After a three month sabbatical, I have decided that it is time that I remount my trusty steed and start driving once more. While I understand that, after my abject failure at my last test would indicate that the wisest course of action would have been to continue my classes on schedule. Regular practice is the means by which people obtain their driver’s licences. Continue reading Back on the saddle again
Like the wailing from the lost souls in hell, my alarm clock started ringing at 6.30am. For most daytime dwelling, commuter folk – particularly those with offspring – this is a normal time to start the day. Not for my good self. I have my morning routine, refined to a precision that would make an Olympian proud. A simple matter of misplacing my keys for thirty seconds can mean the difference between catching, or missing my bus to the grim, industrial wastelands of North County Dublin. Continue reading The wastelands on a snowy winter’s morning
It’s become almost a tradition at this stage, that I walk across the river to the Bord Gais Energy Theatre at 2pm on a Saturday in the hope of getting a cheap seat for a Saturday matinee. Today however I was out luck. The theatre was in darkness. No show for me. Just as I was about to pirouette around and head home, I had a brainwave. I really ought to do something useful with my Saturday afternoon. So I decided to take a stroll along the Grand Canal. Continue reading Going round in circles
I have never seen U2 live in concert. Despite being the biggest band in the history of Irish music; and the fact that they have played countless gigs in Ireland in the years since their formation, I have never really felt a major inclination to see them. While it is widely accepted that they put on a good live show and have done some iconic tours, something about them sets my teeth on edge. Continue reading I might be going to see U2 in November
Doors at the Olympia Theatre, were to open at 7pm. The support act would take to the stage at 8. Showtime for Erasure was 9pm. The excitement was palpable. Continue reading Concert review: Erasure at the Olympia Theatre
Saturday morning, I sat sitting in my tastefully appointed home, when I started to wonder. What should I do today? Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Spamalot’
I felt slightly soiled after reading this tawdry tale of opportunism and malice; but for those of you outside Ireland (or those of you without an affinity for ‘human interest’ stories – what the kids these days called ‘clickbait’) then you might not yet have heard this sordid story. Continue reading #Bloggergate: The White Moose edition. A deeply grubby tale.
The Pavillion Theatre in Dun Laoghaire was my destination last night, to see ‘Forgotten’ – the one-man show written by and starring Pat Kinevane. Through the media of Japanese kabuki theatre and Irish storytelling. Kinevane tells the interlinked tales of four geriatrics living in care homes (or ‘assisted living facilities’ as they are so euphemistically described by Americans) in Ireland.
Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Forgotten’ by Pat Kinevane
Yesterday evening I went to clown class. It is part of an ongoing series of clowning workshops that have taken place with the theatre group, but the first one I could attend. Continue reading Murphy, the red-nosed clown.
Update 23 March 2023 . A man in his 60s and a woman in her 50s were arrested yesterday in Kerry on suspicion of murder of Baby John – the Caherciveen baby).
I was a child when the Kerry Babies case was the biggest news story in the country. I can remember it being splashed all over the news, and can recall the bare bones of the story. I can remember the picture of Joanne Hayes on the front page of every newspaper, every day for what seems like months, during the Tribunal of Inquiry into the original case. I can remember my father describing it is as a horror film. Continue reading The Dark Tale of the Kerry Babies
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