With great pride I just watched an old video on Youtube of a Riverdance pe3rformance, of everyday people of all ages, all shapes and sizes dancing, tapping away, in the longest possible line, along the river quays in the city centre and across The Samuel Beckett Bridge in Dublin.  Even all these years on since Micheal Flately ‘burst on to the stage like a stallion’ as Rich from Donegal said at the time, I still get a shiver seeing how much pleasure almost any rendition of this dance gives me.  I love the fact wherever I am in the world, people welcome me when I say I’m from Dublin and I’m proud, very proud to be an Irish Citizen.  I love the way on St. Patrick’s Day parts of buildings are flooded with green light all over the world.  I love the way for a small country, Ireland packs a big punch. It’s not that I am denouncing my Welsh roots and my English upbringing, I am proud of these things too.  Ireland and my Irish friends and my little Irish Cottage, just a stone’s throw from the sea mean home to me.  I still love London with all my heart, it’s where it’s at for every nationality in the world and I’d  go as far as to say, it’s ‘the real capital’ of the world. London, my city which I love to visit.  But Dublin, dear old Dublin is home.  Though I love to travel and have been lucky enough to travel with my work to some amazing places; and though my sisters and their families are on opposite sides of the world and I’d love us all to be together far more, home and my family of friends keeps pulling me back. Dublin. Ireland. and though a ‘blow-in’ to some, I think I’m Irish from the outside in.  Hold on…. when’s my flight?!!!