we wil have thrown our hands into the air. our feet despite being firmly on the ground, will be flying with us thru the morning air. it will be beautiful. hands that are thrown in carelessness will be held with loveing and warmth. heads that need a pillow will be rested till the morn. there is not enough love in this world and there are too many people who need it. your hands can bring sunshine to a sad person. to hug a stranger is to feed a poor-man. **8 toners pub, baggot street, dublin. february 21st**** we will celebrate in style, please come and join us. noise shall bring we