When I moved back to Ireland in late 2015, I spent three months in the town of my youth – Limerick. It had been almost twenty years since I had lived there. I had visited for a week here and there, while living in Amsterdam or Dublin. The Famiglia Murphy were still largely in residence in the town. So I’d make the trek home a few times every year. Continue reading Bookworm: ‘The Temporary Gentleman’ →

The theatre festival in which I have  accepted a part in the play that I have written, is looming. As the official launch is imminent we are not yet able to start advertising properly. It costs dirty cash to stage a play,  therefore fundraising is necessary. The table quiz for my play will be on Friday 7th April, in the BeerHouse on Capel Street. The festival will have been launched by then so full details about the show and its wondrous cast and script  will be available by then. Continue reading An unexpected party →

This evening was an evening of magic. My very first time at the Abbey Theatre Main Stage, where I saw the Corn Exchange’s revival of ‘Dublin by lamplight’. Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Dublin by lamplight’ →

Being Saint Patrick’s Day, I was reluctant to go into town. It would be utter chaos. Organised chaos involving pipe bands, American cheerleaders and various dignitaries, perhaps, but chaos nonetheless. When a plan that I had made, to go for a walk in the park with a friend and her dog was cancelled, I was slightly relieved. I had escaped the ordeal of crossing through the parade. Continue reading Herbal essences →

I attended a table quiz in the Front Lounge yesterday evening, to help raise funds for the 14th International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival. This is a fortnight long festival running from May 1st to 14th at various locations around the city. It is a platform for new and old writing from both Ireland and abroad. It  features writing from both LGBT writers and straight writers. The themes of the plays tend to be varied but usually involve stories of – or featuring  – the Queer. Continue reading I won a prize →

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 →

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 →

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 →