My alarm clock started shrieking at midday. That contraption is capable of such hysteria. I staggered to the bathroom and blearily stared into the mirror. What a shocker. My face was smeared with cheap Dealz Halloween makeup. It was offset beautifully by my puffy, bloodshot eyes. How had this happened?
Continue reading The aftermath
Category Archives: Ireland
Theatre: Emote Murphy, emote
So we had to be in the theatre by 6.30 to allow sufficient time to get into costume and vampire makeup, for kick-off at 8. Continue reading Theatre: Emote Murphy, emote
Wicklow way
Since my return to my native land, I have been making valiant efforts to see places and things that had hitherto escaped my attention. I am being a tourist at home. While it is not always possible I endeavour to see something new on a weekly basis. The more I see, the more I understand that it will be impossible to see it all. There are so many beautiful places in this country. I realise that I am only scratching the surface. Never mind – I am enjoying the journey – there is no final destination. Continue reading Wicklow way
Theatre death-match: ‘Signatories’ versus ‘Eirebrushed’
The Olympia Theatre on Dame Street is currently hosting a play called ‘Signatories’. A show, written by eight Irish authors, comprising eight separate segments – with seven of them focusing on the signatories of the Proclamation of the Irish Republic, and one on Nurse Elizabeth O’Farrell, who delivered the rebels’ surrender at the failed 1916 Easter Rising. Continue reading Theatre death-match: ‘Signatories’ versus ‘Eirebrushed’
Nobody’s diary
It will surprise no-one who reads this blog on a semi-regular basis, that I lived for fifteen years in the Netherlands. What may surprise some Dutch readers is that, during this time, I never once owned a diary. Continue reading Nobody’s diary
That’s showbiz baby
Currently I am rehearsing parts for three short plays. I will be appearing in a Halloween Showcase, at the end of this month. This is being held by the Firedoor Theatre group – of which I am a member. It will be an evening of horror, gore and guts. Continue reading That’s showbiz baby
Daytrip
As it was a sunny Sunday afternoon, it seemed appropriate that I take myself on a seaside excursion. But where? I suppose I could have walked to Sandymount. My ambitions were loftier however – I desired a train journey. Walking to Connolly Station, I decided that whichever DART train was leaving first would decide my destination. The possibilities were bountiful – the DART is a coastal rail service so there was plenty of options. Continue reading Daytrip
A shortcut through gangland
The sound of the alarm in the morning is a noise that appals me. It is so piercing, so insistent, so relentless. So inhumane. A clock to the left of my bed, my telephone to the right, they are programmed to start ringing five minutes apart. Just in case I unconsciously smash one against the wall in my sleep. It is wise to have a backup. Continue reading A shortcut through gangland
The strange, troubling world of the heterosexual
Imagine a bus journey to a suburban office park in the morning.
Imagine the passengers being transported to their dreary workplaces.
Imagine seeing the same faces day after day, wondering who they are. And what motivates them.
Then imagine that the portly gentleman with the tattooed lower leg , whom you have never acknowledged, is sitting right behind you chatting to one of his colleagues.
Imagine the conversation they have.
Actually don’t imagine that conversation – I’m going to tell you about it.
Continue reading The strange, troubling world of the heterosexual
Repeal the 8th
Today I attended a protest march for women’s reproductive rights, through the streets of the nation’s capital. More specifically it was a march to repeal the 8th Amendment to the Irish Constitution.
Continue reading Repeal the 8th
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