It will surprise no-one who reads this blog on a semi-regular basis, that I lived for fifteen years in the Netherlands. What may surprise some Dutch readers is that, during this time, I never once owned a diary. Continue reading Nobody’s diary
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That’s showbiz baby
Currently I am rehearsing parts for three short plays. I will be appearing in a Halloween Showcase, at the end of this month. This is being held by the Firedoor Theatre group – of which I am a member. It will be an evening of horror, gore and guts. Continue reading That’s showbiz baby
FIGHT!
I had intended to get the earlier bus. By walking that little bit extra distance, I can board four stops later than usual. This enables a later departure from my house. Continue reading FIGHT!
Daytrip
As it was a sunny Sunday afternoon, it seemed appropriate that I take myself on a seaside excursion. But where? I suppose I could have walked to Sandymount. My ambitions were loftier however – I desired a train journey. Walking to Connolly Station, I decided that whichever DART train was leaving first would decide my destination. The possibilities were bountiful – the DART is a coastal rail service so there was plenty of options. Continue reading Daytrip
The beating heart of democracy
Today I went on an excursion to the Irish Houses of Parliament on Kildare Street (which houses two of the three branches of the Irish legislature – or ‘Oireachtas’ in Irish). The two chambers residing here are the lower house – Dáil Éireann; and the upper house – Seanad Éireann. The other branch is the office of the President – which I have previously visited and blogged about :
https://midnightmurphy.wordpress.com/2016/09/03/taken-up-the-aras/ . Continue reading The beating heart of democracy
A shortcut through gangland
The sound of the alarm in the morning is a noise that appals me. It is so piercing, so insistent, so relentless. So inhumane. A clock to the left of my bed, my telephone to the right, they are programmed to start ringing five minutes apart. Just in case I unconsciously smash one against the wall in my sleep. It is wise to have a backup. Continue reading A shortcut through gangland
The strange, troubling world of the heterosexual
Imagine a bus journey to a suburban office park in the morning.
Imagine the passengers being transported to their dreary workplaces.
Imagine seeing the same faces day after day, wondering who they are. And what motivates them.
Then imagine that the portly gentleman with the tattooed lower leg , whom you have never acknowledged, is sitting right behind you chatting to one of his colleagues.
Imagine the conversation they have.
Actually don’t imagine that conversation – I’m going to tell you about it.
Continue reading The strange, troubling world of the heterosexual
Morally dubious decisions
Parking spaces for physically disabled people near the entrance to buildings are necessary.To enable people with mobility issues to have access to those buildings. That is only fair and right and obvious. Continue reading Morally dubious decisions
Because I am worth it.
At present I feel a touch bitter, angry and resentful. And teetering slightly on the verge of hysteria.
Continue reading Because I am worth it.
Repeal the 8th
Today I attended a protest march for women’s reproductive rights, through the streets of the nation’s capital. More specifically it was a march to repeal the 8th Amendment to the Irish Constitution.
Continue reading Repeal the 8th
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