Once upon a time there was a girl from Farnborough in Hampshire who shared a flat with an anti-social cat named Midnight; an anti-social Dutch gentleman called Muis; and yours truly. One evening she came home from work pronouncing the wonders of a Canadian singer named Peaches. I listened to the song ‘Fuck the pain away’ and I loved it. What an incredibly aggressive; rhythmic; funky song. The lyrics served notice that this singer was no wilting flower.
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Bargain prices…for bargain people.
I had a mission for Sunday. It was not a noble mission, true. Nonetheless it was important. I wanted to find a budget supermarket, and do a weekly shop. Continue reading Bargain prices…for bargain people.
9 to 5
I tumbled out of bed, and I stumbled to the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of cold tap-water.
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The cold November rain
November is an appalling month – my least favourite time of the year.
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Happy anniversary…
Facebook is a cunning beast. The ‘On this day’ function in particular. The daily reminder of what you posted on a particular date, each year you have had an account, can throw up the most unsettling surprises. Continue reading Happy anniversary…
I’ll drive myself home, thank you.
The hour of doom was 2pm. I was having another driving lesson.
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The aftermath
My alarm clock started shrieking at midday. That contraption is capable of such hysteria. I staggered to the bathroom and blearily stared into the mirror. What a shocker. My face was smeared with cheap Dealz Halloween makeup. It was offset beautifully by my puffy, bloodshot eyes. How had this happened?
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Theatre: Emote Murphy, emote
So we had to be in the theatre by 6.30 to allow sufficient time to get into costume and vampire makeup, for kick-off at 8. Continue reading Theatre: Emote Murphy, emote
The vampire dentist of Temple Bar
Tonight Matthew, sees the world premiere (tomorrow being the world derniere) of a short play which I have written, called ‘Blood Sugar’. Continue reading The vampire dentist of Temple Bar
Nightmare in Dublin
In my (admittedly) biased opinion, there’s only one thing more boring than hearing about people’s horoscopes, and that is hearing about people’s dreams. Now, I don’t mean dreams in the sense of someone’s hopes and ambitions and desires for the future. Those can be both fascinating and inspiring. I am talking about dreams in the literal sense – those little brain-farts that happen, when you are in a light sleep. Continue reading Nightmare in Dublin
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