Back at the Pearse Centre tonight for another stint as usher; raffle ticket salesperson extraordinaire; show introducer and general meeter and greeter. Continue reading ‘Yes’ and ‘Must be nice’
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Male Melanie Griffiths everywhere
Is there a new fashion trend among business men? Continue reading Male Melanie Griffiths everywhere
Germanic theatre of the bizarre
As the theatre festival continues, I find myself attending plays that I wouldn’t usually consider. That’s the benefit of volunteering. Once the audience is in its seat, the choice is simple – sit outside silently and gaze at Facebook – if there is a sufficiently strong Wifi signal. Or actually see the show. Continue reading Germanic theatre of the bizarre
5 guys chillin’? F*cking men, eh?
So tonight my epic journey into week two, of the theatre of the gay continued. Yet again, I was the bright-eyed volunteer bunny (who is smiling and being pleasant to the public, solely for the good of humanity – and not for any base reason like seeing theatre shows gratis.) Continue reading 5 guys chillin’? F*cking men, eh?
Milestones and bilestones
Since I’ve moved back to Ireland I have been counting days, and creating various little mini-milestones in my head. Continue reading Milestones and bilestones
‘In fact he was a great big FLOP’
So Saturday was the most theatrical day of of my life. When you are a touch disorganised – as I tend to be, then gentle melodrama is a constant, low-humming background noise to ordinary, everyday situations. And you hope that it doesn’t erupt too often.
Continue reading ‘In fact he was a great big FLOP’
Weekender
So the dirty deed has been done. I slipped out of work yesterday – early as is permitted on a Friday – and made my way to the driver’s license centre, with what I hoped was all the necessary paperwork required to be granted a license. And – shock, horror – I somehow had it all. I was seen by a far more pleasant woman than the sneering functionary I’d met earlier this week. Continue reading Weekender
The road to hell
This morning has been thus far quite unsettling. It started as it always does with my sleepwalking to the bus-stop, daydreaming about running away to a mythical, mystical land. A land without alarm clocks. Continue reading The road to hell
Executive stress
I am being very high powered this week. Continue reading Executive stress
Door-whoring : the sequel
So tonight I was front of house at Outhouse, for the second day of the 2016 gay theatre festival. Continue reading Door-whoring : the sequel
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