Saturday morning, I sat sitting in my tastefully appointed home, when I started to wonder. What should I do today? Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Spamalot’
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#Bloggergate: The White Moose edition. A deeply grubby tale.
I felt slightly soiled after reading this tawdry tale of opportunism and malice; but for those of you outside Ireland (or those of you without an affinity for ‘human interest’ stories – what the kids these days called ‘clickbait’) then you might not yet have heard this sordid story. Continue reading #Bloggergate: The White Moose edition. A deeply grubby tale.
Theatre times: ‘Forgotten’ by Pat Kinevane
The Pavillion Theatre in Dun Laoghaire was my destination last night, to see ‘Forgotten’ – the one-man show written by and starring Pat Kinevane. Through the media of Japanese kabuki theatre and Irish storytelling. Kinevane tells the interlinked tales of four geriatrics living in care homes (or ‘assisted living facilities’ as they are so euphemistically described by Americans) in Ireland.
Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Forgotten’ by Pat Kinevane
Murphy, the red-nosed clown.
Yesterday evening I went to clown class. It is part of an ongoing series of clowning workshops that have taken place with the theatre group, but the first one I could attend. Continue reading Murphy, the red-nosed clown.
The Dark Tale of the Kerry Babies
Update 23 March 2023 . A man in his 60s and a woman in her 50s were arrested yesterday in Kerry on suspicion of murder of Baby John – the Caherciveen baby).
I was a child when the Kerry Babies case was the biggest news story in the country. I can remember it being splashed all over the news, and can recall the bare bones of the story. I can remember the picture of Joanne Hayes on the front page of every newspaper, every day for what seems like months, during the Tribunal of Inquiry into the original case. I can remember my father describing it is as a horror film. Continue reading The Dark Tale of the Kerry Babies
Dolores O’Riordan – the voice of Limerick
She wasn’t a friend of mine. I didn’t know her. Dolores dying makes me incredibly sad though. Continue reading Dolores O’Riordan – the voice of Limerick
A table for one
Being single is usually a pleasant position to be in. Particularly if you have an active social life, and the odd hobby here and there. You march to the beat of your own drum. If you feel like festering on the sofa in your pyjamas on a Saturday afternoon, there is no-one who will tell you to pull yourself together. The TV channel is always on your preferred station. If you have a decent circle of friends then you won’t be wanting for company if you fancy an evening at the theatre, or cinema or pub. Continue reading A table for one
Pomeranian Poland
I arose early. I was a man on a mission. I was going to the seaside today. Continue reading Pomeranian Poland
Solidarność (Solidarity)
So at midday my dental adventure finished. I was a free man.
What to do?
Gdansk is a very appealing city visually – at least in the old town where I am residing. It resembles Amsterdam in fact, with the narrow buildings and streets, very reminiscent of the canal streets of the Dutch capital. Perhaps this is because of the German influence (Gdansk was a large German speaking enclave, called Danzig until the War).
It’s Baltic here however – the sea is only a few miles away – so I wanted to stay indoors.
Seeing as this city is the birthplace of post-communist Polish democracy, I decided that a visit to the Solidarity (Solidarność) Museum was a wise idea. Continue reading Solidarność (Solidarity)
The pain in Poland
I have a new tooth. Quite the journey it was today to obtain this molar too. Continue reading The pain in Poland
