With Dáithi Ó Sé and Kathryn Thomas at the helm, the Rose of Tralee festival’s broadcast on RTÉ was the usual mix of faux glamour and parish hall hokeyness
Even after three years, Rose of Tralee co-hosts Dáithí Ó’Sé and Kathryn Thomas still make for an awkward pair. Photo: Domnick Walsh
It’s around the two-hour mark on night one of The Rose of Tralee (RTÉ One, Monday, August 18) that the existential mini-crisis hits: did what I’ve been watching really happen, or did I just imagine all of it?
Maybe I’m dying and the whole thing is a hallucination. Or maybe I’m already dead and this is a waiting room in hell. Jesus! That’s it, I’m dead. I’m dead! No, wait. My bum is numb from all the sitting, but I can still wiggle my fingers. I’m not dead. Phew!