Being WOWed in Salthill

The WOW awards are on this Friday down in the Galway Bay Hotel, Salthill which, for those outside of Ireland, is the other side of Galway. There are twenty nominees, ten for poetry and twenty for those narrative poems without line breaks that people call Short Stories.
A very small seismic event (< 3.5 on the Richter scale, enough to rattle a teacup) in Galway accidentally caused my poem, Thicker than water, to fall from the discarded pile into the shortlist pile and before they could rectify it, the results had been announced.
Other poets I know on the list are Eleanor Hooker, who is developing quite a reputation, the gloriously off-the-wall Miceal Kearney and Boyne Writers' Tom Dredge, who bizarrely has decided not to cancel an eight week holiday to Australia to attend the event. Ironically, this now gives me a chance of collecting a prize as I have promised to receive one on his behalf if he is successful.
Will probably travel down a little bit early so I can get daylight pictures of the lighthouses on Mutton Island and in Galway Harbour (Leverets), which mist and rain prevented me from getting in February. Sadly, I will not be overnighting but will have to return shortly after the ceremony is over. Not that I'd be having much champagne anyway. Not after the Millennium.