After yesterday’s unsuccessful attempt (read about it HERE) to see the play in the title of this article, on Friday evening I tried again. I strolled to the Theatre Upstairs on Eden Quay for the 7pm arrival time. This theatre is located upstairs from Lanigan’s Bar, and is just around the corner from the Abbey Theatre. Continue reading An evening at the theatre, part deux: ‘Murder of crows’
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An evening at the theatre: ‘Murder of crows’
It is 7.45pm on Thursday evening. I am just home from Theatre Upstairs on Eden Quay, where this evening I went to see ‘Murder of crows’ by Lee Coffey in its world premiere run. Showtime was 7pm. Continue reading An evening at the theatre: ‘Murder of crows’
A suburb without pity.
It was a late night and the quality of sleep enjoyed was somewhat patchy. That’s as a consequence of last night being tech and dress rehearsal for ‘Miss Julie’ which begins in the Pearse Centre today and runs until Saturday.
As a result I slept in late, this morning. Not by much – only by about 15 minutes. The speed with which I did my morning ablutions was impressive. Continue reading A suburb without pity.
Only the crumbliest, flakiest Tuesdays
… tastes like Tuesdays never tasted before. Continue reading Only the crumbliest, flakiest Tuesdays
The 3 stooges
My daily sojourn to work, on the big yellow bus takes on average forty minutes.
As more regular readers, of my barely read blog can attest, I occasionally discuss the fellow travellers on my daily journey. Not out of any sense of malice or obsessive interest in them. It’s more to do with the fact that earlier in the week my life involves transport to work, work, transport from work and evenings home alone. Continue reading The 3 stooges
Sweaty Jim
It was a lovely, sunny May evening. I bounded from work at 5pm like a middle aged gazelle. Continue reading Sweaty Jim
I stink
My morning routine varies very rarely. Both my alarms go off at 7.25am. I hit the snooze button for ten minutes and lie in my pit feeling sorry for myself until 7.35am, at which point I jump out of bed, rush to the shower, wash, brush my teeth, apply some anti-perspirant and moisturise (this is an important thing for men of a certain age to always remember to do – those wrinkles don’t fully disappear even when my face is at rest any more). At 7.50 I leave the house and take a brisk walk to my bus-stop. I arrive at the stop at 8.10 and five minutes later we depart – with me saying an inner prayer that Beyonce’s mum won’t take agin me en route to work today. Continue reading I stink
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
Frozen
Sometimes when you have been standing in a light jacket, without an umbrella, for half an hour, in almost freezing temperatures, while it is pouring with rain, for 30 minutes, as it is getting dark, in the most soulless industrial park in the northwest of Dublin, you tend not to be in the most cheerful of moods. Continue reading Frozen
Commuter’s paradise
About 20 years ago Coolio had a song called ‘Gangster’s Paradise’ which was a massive hit. It featured on the soundtrack to a Michelle Pfeiffer film (Dangerous Minds – by the way whatever happened to Michelle Pfeiffer, I know what happened to Coolio – he ended up on Celebrity Big Brother in the UK after his 15 minutes of fame were up). Continue reading Commuter’s paradise
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