Since the dim and distant days of my youth I have been a voracious reader. From the early days of my Enid Blyton addiction; to the ‘Just William’ series by Richmal Crompton; by way of Roald Dahl, I have devoured books.

Adolescence saw my advance to proper, grown up books by the likes of  Aggie Christie; Stephen King and Judith Krantz – among countless hundreds of other writers and thousands of books. During my grim teenage years I was averaging about two full books per week. Intravenously. Continue reading A bookish nerd – my good self – and ‘A perilous margin’ →

My theatre group will be staging a showcase of short, original pieces in the Pearse Centre at the end of February. This biannual – as opposed to biennial – event (I had to  research the difference on google) is called ‘Uncut’. Being a considerate sort I’ll reveal that we do these showcases two times a year, and not once every two years. Continue reading Staged reading →

Yesterday evening I went to the theatre. Not an unusual occurrence for me – as anyone who reads this blog on a semi-regular basis can confirm. Continue reading Theatre Times: ‘The spinning heart’ and ‘Hero’ →

Art, politics, culture, protest. It’s been a very queer weekend altogether so far.

Continue reading Queer notions altogether →

The last week has been a touch stressful . When I say stress I don’t mean stress of an obvious kind. I’m not about to face eviction. Not am I dealing with an unexpected diagnosis of ill health. The stress has been more low-level and irritating. You see this week I have my yearly performance review at work. Continue reading Moving forward with those old stretch targets. →

In the theatre group of which I am a member, we have a recent development  – we do a  fortnightly staged reading of different playwrights’ works. Continue reading A Pinteresque night out →

Back in July I took a coastal cliff walk between the village of Bray and Greystones in County Wicklow. It was the height of the summer, the sun was shining, it was a beautiful day to stretch the legs. Six months later it was time for a repeat performance. This afternoon I did the same route, but this time in reverse. I was going to walk from Greystones to Bray. So, that’s what I did. Continue reading Greystones to Bray Cliff Walk →