I am clearly in a Village People state of mind, with the 2nd post in a row borrowing from their oeuvre.
After the amazing concert last night, work was a dreary mess today. I found it quite the struggle to muster up any enthusiasm for remotely moving medication from point A to point B. But as I am a highly motivated careerist, I struggled through. Continue reading Go west, life is peaceful there
Tonight I went to see Villagers in Vicar Street in Dublin.
This is an Irish band that I associate with Amsterdam. Continue reading Young man, there’s no need to feel down…
This evening I am going to IKEA to finally sort out the unresolved table situation at home.
As avid readers of this blog will know (all 7 of you) I purchased a table some weeks ago. A table for the vacant corner of my sitting room, on which I will place my laptop and will use to pen my ramblings. Continue reading The 7th circle of hell
Tonight I had a director’s workshop to get some pointers for the play I am going to direct at the end of next month. Basically I want to learn how to be despotic and tyrannical. I guess I will have to try harder as rage and hysteria does not come that easily to me. It was enjoyable and I gained some good tips I hope. Continue reading 4 blueys for a score?
I am not a little French sparrow. Unlike Little Edie P, I do have some minor regrets in life.
It’s simply that I have very little I want to write about today. Continue reading Non, rien de rien
…theatre.
First rehearsal of my magnus opus completed. Continue reading Glamour, drama, tragedy…
Today I attended 2 demonstrations. One was extremely polite and the other one was inadvertently attended. Continue reading To the barricades
That feature on Facebook, whereby every day it sends me a message about my activity on that date in preceding years, is an interesting snapshot into what was going through my mind and going on in my life at a particular time. Granted somethings never change. On this date last year I posted the Youtube link to ‘9 to 5’ by Dolly Parton, while in the throes of Amsterdam joblessness.
Today was not an enjoyable day.
Angry lady was not on the bus this morning.
I hope she hasn’t choked on her outrage.
Continue reading A foul and unpleasant day
I mentioned on yesterday’s post that I did not know whether I would maintain the discipline to keep at the blog thingamajig, and that I could not predict whether I would soon descend into commenting on my co-passengers on the bus every morning, on my journey to the business park, in the suburban wasteland of North West Dublin. However when said passengers – actually that should be passenger singular, are as strange as angry lady then I really have no choice. Continue reading The woman on the bus
