Rarely do I discuss my evening commute – the journey where I return to civilisation, from the armpit of Ireland – the industrial suburbs of Dublin. Perhaps it is because my heart is lighter – the workday is over and I have an evening to spend, as I see fit. There’s no sense of looming doom at this time. My spirit is lighter. In the evening I look on my fellow passengers with more goodwill and less fear (speaking of which it’s worth noting that Bruiser and Beyoncé are never on the evening bus). Continue reading Gobnait and the Greek
Category Archives: Return to Ireland
Happy anniversary…
Facebook is a cunning beast. The ‘On this day’ function in particular. The daily reminder of what you posted on a particular date, each year you have had an account, can throw up the most unsettling surprises. Continue reading Happy anniversary…
I’ll drive myself home, thank you.
The hour of doom was 2pm. I was having another driving lesson.
Continue reading I’ll drive myself home, thank you.
The aftermath
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
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
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