I live in a very schizophrenic part of Dublin.

In the sense that it is northside inner city, meaning that it is a place of historic and cultural significance in Irish history, and also it is now the financial hub of the Irish banking industry. Continue reading My beautiful neighbourhood →

The play is over for now.
It was a wonderful experience. It usually is.
And after the shows are over comes the inevitable fall. Continue reading The rise and fall →

So last night was the opening night for the showcase of short theatre pieces at the Pearse Centre. Which I wrote a piece for, and having lost my leading man, stepped into the breach. Quite nimbly if the truth be told – I didn’t consider another candidate. There’s a touch of the attention whore about me I suspect. Continue reading I know you →

I have not written a blog in a few days (oh here we go say the folk who have read blogs for a while – Murphy is fading, never liked his blog anywat).

But I have a Grade A excuse.

I have been in rehearsal for the World Premiere (!) of my 10 minute magnum opus. Which will be seen by an audience of tens (hopefully) over the next few nights. Continue reading Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the circus →

Next weekend is the world premiere of the never before seen, theatrical extravaganza called ‘Back to Life’.

It is part of a showcase for short plays being held by the theatre group of which I am a member. There are 8 plays in total ranging in length from about 10 to 15 minutes. Continue reading A rehearsal of doom →

It’s 3.30 on Saturday afternoon and so far it has been an eventful if slightly surreal day.

A friend of mine was attending an employment fair in the national convention centre by the riverside this morning. This is in close proximity to my apartment. As we rarely meet  it was a good opportunity to meet for a morning coffee. Which we did. Continue reading Jail them all →

I have a natural aversion to certain words. In fact I have referenced his in a previous blog post. The word ‘synergy’, for example, epitomises everything fake and unreasonable about the corporate world; and its demand that you sacrifice your metaphorical left kidney in the pursuit of profit. Continue reading Banter, in all its horror →

I’ve been wondering lately about when I went back into the closet.

Please don’t misunderstand me – I’m not actually in any closet. I’ve been out and loud and proud for 20 years.
Last May I stood on the streets of my home town in a high-visibility orange vest with ‘YES EQUALITY’ emblazoned on it, and knocked on people’s doors in the evening, to campaign for a yes vote in the marriage referendum.
I came out at work in the mid 90’s when I did not know a single other gay person in my place of employment.
I went on a gay pride parade in Dublin in 1996. I was one of a thousand participants that year (last year estimates put the participant numbers at 50,000 people). I suppose you could say that I was screaming. I was here, I was queer, get used to it.
As it were. Continue reading The strong, silent type →