Mamma Mia, here we go again

We're flying from Dublin to London to see the Abba avatar concert, Voyage, we being me, my mom and my sister, all lifelong fans.

- JENNIE RIDYARD

I'm taking it slowly, gently herding these wobbly cats who haven't been young and sweet and seventeen for a very long time.

It's my second visit to the show and I'll make any excuse to go back, to be smiling, to be having fun, to be feeling like a number one again. Yes, it really is that good.

However, in the taxi to the airport the driver tells me about the apparent scourge of immigration in Ireland — I'm guessing I'm not his problem being a white, middle-aged female immigrant, not a dark-skinned young male immigrant — and that Ireland first needs to look after its own.