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Art, politics, culture, protest. It’s been a very queer weekend altogether so far.Moving forward with those old stretch targets.
The last week has been a touch stressful . When I say stress I don’t mean stress of an obvious kind. I’m not about to face eviction. Not am I dealing with an unexpected diagnosis of ill health. The stress has been more low-level and irritating. You see this week I have my yearly performance review at work. Continue reading Moving forward with those old stretch targets.
Monday, Monday
A year ago today
Today – January 18 – is the most depressing day of the year.
Allegedly.
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A Pinteresque night out
In the theatre group of which I am a member, we have a recent development – we do a fortnightly staged reading of different playwrights’ works. Continue reading A Pinteresque night out
Greystones to Bray Cliff Walk
Back in July I took a coastal cliff walk between the village of Bray and Greystones in County Wicklow. It was the height of the summer, the sun was shining, it was a beautiful day to stretch the legs. Six months later it was time for a repeat performance. This afternoon I did the same route, but this time in reverse. I was going to walk from Greystones to Bray. So, that’s what I did. Continue reading Greystones to Bray Cliff Walk
1 year old today
This little blog began on this date last year. Continue reading 1 year old today
Under the tree at Spar
‘Brown roll please.’ I grunted.
‘Mmmmm, fffff, yyyyyy, gggggg.’ whispered the woman behind the deli counter.
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Theatre review: ‘La Cage aux Folles’ and the Minister for Housing
Tonight, I went to see ‘La Cage aux Folles’ in the Bord Gais Energy Theatre. I had arranged to meet at friend at 7pm at the front of house. I live in the neighbourhood so popped home after work to heat up a plate of lasagne. While consuming said delicacy I switched on the interwebs and watched the live online interview the Minister for Housing Simon Coveney was doing with TheJournal.ie about the rental crisis in Dublin. After about ten-minutes I realised he was spinning tall tales. I finished my food and strolled across the river to wait for my friend’s arrival – he said his arrival was imminent. Continue reading Theatre review: ‘La Cage aux Folles’ and the Minister for Housing
Ketchup – 10th January 2003
On January 10th 2003 I was dancing on a podium in a nightclub, in the city of Melbourne, the state of Victoria, in the country of Australia. The tune that I was dancing to was the smash hit earworm of a song called ‘Asereje’ (or ‘The Ketchup Song’ for the anglophiles) by a trio of Spanish sisters, who formed a band called Las Ketchup. Needless to say their time in the spotlight was brief – but intense. This song was the biggest one-hit-wonder since ‘Macarena’. It had a moronic dance routine where you moved your hands, arms and hips in synchronicity with the tinny beat. I was in my twenties. I was on holidays, in the height of Australian summer with my friends from Ireland. We were in a gay club. Of course I knew the lyrics – not that there were many of those mind – and the routine. This was thrashy fun of the highest order. And I am not a snob – I have always had a deep appreciation for lowest common denominator high jinks. Continue reading Ketchup – 10th January 2003
Weekend wonderland
It is the most appalling time of the year. Grey, dull, miserable, cold, depressing, grim. You get up in the dark. You arrive home in the dark. Payday is weeks away. You are broke. If you’d had any foresight last June, then you’d have booked a ten day getaway in the Canaries or Morocco, or somewhere with some winter sunshine (purely for the Vitamin D – with my blue-hued, milk bottle legs I wouldn’t ever contemplate doing something foolish like sunbathing.) Continue reading Weekend wonderland
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