
Someone from the “Leprechaun Museum” called me in work. “Oooooh right” I said, “I’ve been there LOADS of times (are you taking the piss?)”. They weren’t, it’s in fact open to the public and while you won’t see any midgets draped in Carrolls finest you can “experience what it’s like to live in a leprechaun-sized world and journey to the end of the rainbow to see if the elusive crock of gold really exists.” So they’ve made some pieces of giant furniture. I’ll report back when I go next week. Tickets available here.



