Happy St Patrick’s Day from a very chilly Dublin! Let me preface this live blog by saying that I love Dublin. I will wax lyrical about Dublin’s virtues until the cows come home. I live in Dublin, and I write about it all the time, encouraging more people to come. But something mystifies me – whenever someone comes to visit me, or tells me that they’re coming to Dublin, they always want to go out in Temple Bar. Going out in Temple Bar is the equivalent of soaking up the spirit of London in Leicester Square. It’s like landing in New York, heading straight to the TGI Friday’s in Times Square and proclaiming “I’m SUCH a New Yorker right now”. No self respecting Dubliner would go out in Temple Bar. Particularly not on Paddy’s Day. I’m going to go out in Temple Bar on Paddy’s Day. Wish me luck.