As part Frenchman despite the Irish label, attendance is mandatory for this enfant terrible. So I shall ride mon cheval across the bridge to Bishop Arts which is fast becoming my pied a terre. With hand tucked under my lapel et aide-de-campe, I will split my armies in a pincer movement and force surrender upon whatever glasses of champagne await.
Afterwards, I will have a tete-a-tete on a cul-de-sac. OK, now this is obnoxious. Merci beaucoup.

