I disembarked from the bus – as I always do – at the top of O’Connell Street. I had rehearsal this evening for a new top secret play that I will be performing in, as part of a theatre festival at the beginning of May. We have been told that until the festival is launched then no promotion can take place. Well that’s all fine and dandy but zipping my lip is getting increasingly difficult. Continue reading Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It’s Michael Gambon
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Forbidden satsumas
I read this evening of the death of the former bishop of Galway – Eamon Casey – at the age of 89. Continue reading Forbidden satsumas
Date night
My usual breakfast colleagues were at the table having their meal. There was no room at this table so I found refuge with another department. The canteen has organically divided itself into sections – each department gravitates towards its own space. True rebels sometimes sit in the wrong place – the confusion and annoyance on the other folks’ faces when this happens, is a joy to behold. Continue reading Date night
Feeling a bit vomity at Foodie
I emerged from my pit at the usual time, feeling slightly anxious and irritable. Ill at ease with the world around me. Antsy is the word that best describes my state. This could only mean one thing – diabetic hypoglycaemia. That wonderful state when your blood sugar falls to a level below what is optimum for wellbeing. Left unattended it can kill you. This wasn’t a serious episode however. I had about an hour before I needed to worry. Continue reading Feeling a bit vomity at Foodie
Random encounters on a protest march
A few friends from Amsterdam are in town at the moment. To visit Dublin and to catch up with my good self, at the same time. How thoroughly pleasant and modern. When I met them on Tuesday night, I told them about the Repeal the 8th protest march the following night, through town to coincide with International Women’s Day. Their faces lit up. Continue reading Random encounters on a protest march
March’s march
Today is International Women’s Day. I shall be celebrating by going on the March 4 Repeal which is convening at the Garden of Remembrance in town at 5.30pm. Continue reading March’s march
The angry builder
Feeling scarcely human this morning, I boarded the bus. I had arrived too late at my stop to call in for a vivifying cup of scald; which would help wake me up in preparation for the day. Without the caffeine infusion I was not firing on all cylinders.
Boarding the bus I made my way to my usual seat. I closed my eyes. My fellow passengers held no interest for me today. I had no inclination to eavesdrop on their conversations or wonder about their lives. Continue reading The angry builder
Cinematheque: ‘Hidden Figures’ and ‘Moonlight’
After my weekend of theatre I spent a few days unwinding with an old reliable friend – the cinema house. Continue reading Cinematheque: ‘Hidden Figures’ and ‘Moonlight’
Bookworm: ‘Look who’s back’
For my birthday three years ago I was given a book as a gift. I was given many books that year (it was an important birthday), which meant that by the time I was packing to leave Amsterdam just over a year later, there were still many unread tomes in my collection. Including this one particular book. Sadly it could not make the journey over the sea back to Ireland with me. As books are a dead weight, my collection was gifted to other people, left in my local laundrette, or – and I am ashamed to admit this – discarded. Not this one- I made sure I gave this one a proper home – I wanted to retrieve it and to read it later. Continue reading Bookworm: ‘Look who’s back’
A toilet disaster. A walk in nature.
After rehearsal for next week’s showcase, I was feeling pleased. The piece I am appearing in, and the piece I have written and directed are both progressing well. We are almost ready.
Afterwards a few of us headed to the Wooden Whisk café on Talbot Street for refreshment. This is a proper café. No ‘eatery’ nonsense anywhere on the menu or signage. I ordered scrambled eggs on toast and a filter coffee, which were inhaled in record time. Continue reading A toilet disaster. A walk in nature.
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