At 10.30 on Good Friday I have an interview for a job. A new job, not dissimilar to the one I am employed in right now. The same industry, similar kind of tasks. The main difference is the job location. The position would be based in a city that I know. A city under the sea. A city called Amsterdam. The capital of the Netherlands. I’m not travelling to the Netherlands for the interview – the head of the department is based in Dublin so I will be staying in this country for the inquisition. Friday is a compulsory day off in my current job – although it is not an official public holiday. So no suspicious half day from work. Continue reading Early midlife crisis…?
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Fragments from a weekend
I am bursting at the seams to write about the progress of the rehearsals for my play ‘An unexpected party’ which will be staged from May 1st to May 6th at 9pm in the Teacher’s Club on Parnell Square. (Get your tickets HERE….). However it seems sort of wrong to be sharing information about it so early. I’m slightly afraid of jinxing the whole thing before it’s even begun. Therefore – except for the no-doubt tiresome – promotion I have taken a vow of silence on the specifics of this topic. Rest assured there will be a gory post mortem of the play and the process once it’s been completed. For the moment however I’m keeping schtum. Continue reading Fragments from a weekend
Bookworm: ‘The girl who kicked the hornet’s nest’
With the best intentions in the world I took out my script last night. I was going to have an evening of line learning (I am sure it will come as a surprise to absolutely no-one when I tell you that I have written a play called ‘An unexpected party’ that is participating in the 14th International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival from Monday May 1st to Saturday May 6th at 9pm in the Teacher’s Club on Parnell Square – buy your tickets HERE…). Continue reading Bookworm: ‘The girl who kicked the hornet’s nest’
A free concert: Lindsey Stirling
Some weeks ago I covered myself in glory at the fundraising table quiz for the 14th International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival (in which I have written and am starring in a play called ‘An expected party’ – running from May 1 to 6th at 9pm in the Teacher’s Club on Parnell Square – buy your tickets HERE… ) Continue reading A free concert: Lindsey Stirling
Random
In secondary school I was friends in school with a boy who lived close to me. We became friends in our final year of school before we set flight into the great, scary world of adulthood. We’d spend time hanging out – occasionally going to the cinema; or hanging about in a field – dreaming and talking big about all that we were going to achieve once we were free from the shackles of living under our parent’s roofs, and their rules. About all the films and music we loved At the time I was a fake heterosexual; so I was aware of my dishonesty when it concerned the lies spewing from my mouth about the crushes I had on various young women in my class. I was also a bit reticent about declaring my move for Madonna the pop singer – that was sure fire proof of being a bender – even back then. Continue reading Random
I’m full of rage today
Does anyone ever wake up and get out on the wrong side of the bed? A day which begins ominously, and then proceeds to go downhill? All the while you are feeling irritable and not refreshed from the night’s sleep. Continue reading I’m full of rage today
I wrote a play – it’s on in a festival
The silence is over. Last night was the official launch of the 14th International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival. it is being held from Monday May 1st to Sunday May 14th 2017 at various locations around the city. I have had a play accepted into the Festival. It is called ‘An unexpected party’. Continue reading I wrote a play – it’s on in a festival
The bookshelf of doom: ‘A place called Winter’
When I returned to Ireland at the end of 2015, I bid farewell to my book collection. This was one of the most heartbreaking parts of leaving Amsterdam. It was a collection that had been lovingly built up over decades. Comprising of books purchased in Dublin late last century when I lived there – these had been transported at my employer’s expense when I moved to the Land Below the Sea at the turn of the century – right up to the moment of departure, There were hundreds of books involved. Continue reading The bookshelf of doom: ‘A place called Winter’
I have a dream.
Other people’s night-time dreams are boring to hear about. I’ve never made any secret of my disinterest in them. No doubt they are fascinating to the person experiencing them. It’s the post-dream public post-mortem on the meaning and interpretation that is the issue for me. Analysing dreams is about as useful an exercise, as asking how long is a piece of string. It depends on the context, the person involved and their situation. Perhaps it’s just brain hormones. Continue reading I have a dream.
Panti in Cork
I returned on Sunday from a spring break weekend in the real capital of Ireland – Cork. The outskirts of Cork in the town of Midleton to be more precise. I was a man on a mission. My mission – which I had chosen to accept – was to visit my Irish twin to see a show by the queen of Ireland herself – Panti Bliss – in the world renowned Ballymaloe cookery school. Continue reading Panti in Cork
