Somebody got out on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Oh yes they did (try to read that in a voice that your mother used, when you were five and cranky). No prizes for guessing who I am talking about. Continue reading Dublin drear
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‘Town is dead’ and ‘Love me Tinder’
I am just in the door from the matinee performance – on the last day of the run – of ‘Town is dead’, which was shown on the Peacock Stage of the Abbey Theatre – the national theatre of Ireland, darling. Continue reading ‘Town is dead’ and ‘Love me Tinder’
I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want
Today is the 20th anniversary of the release of ‘Wannabe’ by the Spice Girls, and thus began the imperial era of Ginger, Sporty, Baby, Scary and Posh. When they bestrode the world like a tuneless colossus of Girl Power. While I liked them (Ginger in particular – her inarticulacy in no way diminished her fabulosity) I have to admit that I was a bit too old to appreciate them properly. My seven year old sister adored them – running around the house randomly shrieking ‘Girl Power’ like a cackling banshee. Continue reading I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want
And for my next trick….
I had to give a presentation at work this morning.
I was sick with worry.
What if I am discovered as an utter fraud, and this realisation dawns on my colleagues as I am babbling? Continue reading And for my next trick….
Absolutely Fabulous – well I wasn’t expecting Chekhov, now was I, sweetie?
Last night I went to see ‘Absolutely Fabulous’ in the Cineworld on Parnell Street. The ticket cost 7.90 Euro. Which was a pleasant surprise, as every other time I have been to that cinema, in recent months the price for entry has been 12.50Euro. Must be an early-in-the-week price. Continue reading Absolutely Fabulous – well I wasn’t expecting Chekhov, now was I, sweetie?
Sometimes they come back…
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…
‘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
