The weekend is over. Long live the weekend.

It may come as a bit of a shock to some, but when I was young, I was a fan of the Eurovision Song Contest. I have been emotionally invested in this show since 1984, when an exotic, piranha-like bird of paradise named Linda Martin, swept in like a velociraptor, and captured the nation’s heart.

The following year, Ireland was represented by a singer called Maria Christian who came in sixth position in the contest with the drippy ballad ‘Wait until the weekend comes’. This is a feeling I can strongly relate to – particularly between the time period of Sunday at bedtime and Friday afternoon.

How was my weekend anyway? Continue reading Tales of the weekend →

***24 June 2018: It has been revealed – by the Rubberbandits no less – that Boojum Burritos is allegedly stealing from its staff. Apparently at the end of a shift, any discrepancies in the cash register total, is either deducted from staff wages, or taken from the tips bucket. To my mind this is theft. Boojum are not paying their staff well for starters – not sure of the exact amount, but at, or slightly above minimum wage, I would wager. With the cost of living in Ireland, any reduction in pay will be felt sharply. Boojum are punishing their financially vulnerable staff by doing this. Errors get made. Boojum apparently is successful, so this is truly scummy behaviour. Don’t eat at Boojum – unless you are a Donald Trump supporter. Imagine being a Mexican restaurant that Donald Trump himself would support…?***

Every Wednesday evening there is a drama workshop in the city centre. I’ve been known to attend.

The problem is that it starts at 7pm. When one works in the grim, industrial wastelands of County Dublin, and only finishes toiling at the coalface of administration at 5.30pm,  there is no time to rush home for a quick bite to eat before heading out again.

This necessitates some compromise. As a diabetic I can’t skip a meal. If at all possible I try to avoid  eating at McDonalds or Burger King. Continue reading UPDATED: Boojum Burritos: TOTES adequate →

Yesterday evening saw my attendance at a fundraising table quiz, upstairs in Nealon’s Bar on Capel Street. It was to raise money for the brother of a friend’s colleague who is being treated for oesophageal cancer in Germany. I was a member of a team of four. Continue reading A most unfortunate coincidence. →

What a strange and unpleasant breakfast. The contents were the same as usual – a slice of toasted batch bread, a boiled egg, a banana and a cup of coffee – I am a creature of habit. Continue reading Breakfast of champions →