I started this blog in the bowels of January, a few days after I had moved into my single occupancy city centre apartment. Little did I know back then, that a mere six months later, literally TENS of people would be reading my daily musings. It certainly gives one pause for thought and reflection – mainly about why I am not using this time more productively. That thought is dismissed, as I enjoy this process. Continue reading Sometimes they come back…
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‘A quiet one. And yourself?’
Today I arrived at work at the usual time. This means that it was early. I am not a morning person. It is approximately 11am before I begin to feel vaguely human, and ready to interact with the world. Numb is the word my family used to describe my morning persona. Best avoided, first thing. Continue reading ‘A quiet one. And yourself?’
50 Shades of Greystones
After the wardrobe malfunction during Thursday’s performance, on Friday after work I was a man on a mission. My mission – which I had no choice but to accept – was to acquire pale blue underpants that matched my overalls. Therefore if my trousers split again, then at least I would be colour coordinated. Continue reading 50 Shades of Greystones
The show must go on.
Yesterday evening was the third of five performances for ‘Everyone’s a winner’ in the Players’ Theatre in Trinity College – an entertaining comedy about how Dublin reacts when a jackpot winning Lotto ticket goes missing. I play a surly Ukrainian road sweeper. It’s a small role but great fun to play (and last night, after the show someone asked me where in Ukraine I was from.
Continue reading The show must go on.
Things you learn after returning to the homeland after 15 years abroad
I moved to Amsterdam on a whim in November 2000. I was young, with itchy feet, and feeling stifled by my job – which involved shift work with a different work pattern each week. Living in Dublin at the time was pleasant – I had money in my pocket to spend; good friends and a social life which seemed to involve a lot of nightclubbing. A chance arose to live abroad and I grabbed it and held on for dear life. For fifteen years. Continue reading Things you learn after returning to the homeland after 15 years abroad
Opening night
The call for the final dress rehearsal was at 6pm on Monday evening.
I arrived a few minutes late – working at the compulsory job all week meant a timely arrival would be challenging. All those familiar faces were already there at the theatre, excited about the start of the show, and perhaps like me, they are bricking it at the same time. Continue reading Opening night
My glittering career
Tonight is opening night for a play that I am appearing in this week. It is a comedy called ‘Everyone’s a winner’ and it has been written by the writers’ club of the theatre group of which I am a member. It is the age old tale of a Lotto syndicate which wins a massive jackpot, only to lose the ticket. Dublin City descends into chaos as people franticly start upending dustbins in a desperate attempt to find the ticket. I have a small role as a sour-faced Ukrainian road-sweep called Jakkub. It is on at Players’ Theatre in Trinity College at 8pm from Tuesday to Saturday and it’s a bargain at only 12 euros (the price of a cinema ticket, and with the added bonus of going for beverages with the cast after the performance – we’re narcissistic that way).
Continue reading My glittering career
Bizzy bee
It’s been quite the weekend.
After the horror of Friday (when it became clear that the lunatics had taken over the asylum in Britain -Boris Johnson; Michael Gove; Nigel Farage take your bows gentlemen please – after the electorate there decided to punish the next generation for the mistakes made by the current Tory Party) it was a relief to welcome an EU visitor from Germany, to Dublin for the Pride weekend. Continue reading Bizzy bee
Pride
Today is gay pride day in Dublin.
I’m not proud that I’m gay.
Being gay is a fact.
Like being diabetic is a fact. Continue reading Pride
Britain – I don’t know her
So Britain has voted to leave the EU. While I’m not British and wouldn’t have voted to leave, the result is valid, and needs to be respected, regardless of whether it was the grey vote that tipped the balance in favour of leave. The young voters who voted in their majority to stay will have to live with the consequences. But that’s simply the nature of referenda. Continue reading Britain – I don’t know her
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