The alarm rang early this morning. I had plans made for today. I was joining some pals at the fleamarket in Dublin 8. It’s on Newmarket Square. Which has to be the most unoriginal name in history. Every town and village in every land has a place called Newmarket. Continue reading Sunday, bloody Sunday
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It’s the same old theme…
After our expedition to TV land yesterday I made my way back into town.
As I was walking by College Green I noticed the large banner hung over the Bank of Ireland arches on College Green. Continue reading It’s the same old theme…
Music and television
As I may have mentioned, this week I was on a team that came joint third in a table quiz. Admittedly it was not an especially diffcult quiz but that doesn’t change the fact that our team scored more points than all but two of the other teams. As part of our prize we won concert tickets to see an acapella band who were playing in Vicar Street last night. Continue reading Music and television
Quizzical
Yesterday evening I was at a table quiz to raise funs for the Dublin Gay Theatre Festival,which is being held over a fortnight in May, in some of Dublin’s cosier theatres. Continue reading Quizzical
Sing Street
Yesterday evening to celebrate St Paddy’s I went to the Cineworld on Parnell Steet to see an Irish film named Sing Street. Continue reading Sing Street
Happy St. Patrick’s Day
Today is Ireland’s national holiday when the country grinds to a halt, and we celebrate the Welshman who allegedly brought christianity to Ireland, while at the same time banishing the snakes. Continue reading Happy St. Patrick’s Day
Insomnia
I had a nightmare last night.
My eyes flew open and I bolted upright at 4am. Continue reading Insomnia
Hungry
I am hungry.
I had a piece of chicken and mashed spuds and vegetables for my dinner last night. That was the last meal I ate. Continue reading Hungry
Someone drank all the wine
(Hint – it was me).
Today I suffer. Continue reading Someone drank all the wine
Pen to paper
I wrote a short story this week.
The subject matter is not important for discussion here. Today I edited it and submitted it to a literary magazine for consideration for their next issue. Continue reading Pen to paper