Another evening, another play. This time the tickets were booked in advance. A few weeks ago I purchased a pair, to see the one woman show ‘Eggsistentialism’ – written by and starring Limerick woman Joanne Ryan. Continue reading Theatre review: ‘Eggsistentialism’
Theatre review: ‘Hot Brown Honey’
This evening I went to see a show in the Spiegeltent on Merrion Square. The Tiger Dublin Fringe Festival began on Saturday. Tonight’s show was called ‘Hot Brown Honey’. Continue reading Theatre review: ‘Hot Brown Honey’
‘Christina, bring me the AXE!!!’
When I got home last night I decided that an evening with Youtube beckoned. Continue reading ‘Christina, bring me the AXE!!!’
Driving school
A two hour driving lesson has just been completed. By me. It was as nail-biting and terrifying as you could imagine. Continue reading Driving school
A visit to the land of schnitzel and strudel
Next week I am going to be a high powered business executive, with radioactive shoulder-pads. I shall visit the town of Freiburg-im-Breisgau in south west Germany. To visit a customer. For meetings. I will be ruthless and driven. I shall drive a hard bargain, and only think of hostile takeovers and share prices. And stuff. Continue reading A visit to the land of schnitzel and strudel
Bus strike
Tomorrow Dublin Bus goes on strike. So failing a last minute resolution of the dispute I have to find alternative means of getting to work. Continue reading Bus strike
The riddle of the tattoo
There is a gentleman on my bus to work each day, whose left arm is a tattoo sleeve. His entire arm from the wrist to the shoulder is covered in body art. His right arm still has some unadorned skin visible but this area is rapidly shrinking. He has some permanent paintings etched onto his neck also. Continue reading The riddle of the tattoo
‘She’s not your auntie, she’s not BLOOD’
I am a slightly worried soul today. I am concerned that not all is well in the world of my morning-bus travel companions – Beyoncé and her mother Bruiser. Continue reading ‘She’s not your auntie, she’s not BLOOD’
I want to ride my bicycle
Having lived for decades in Amsterdam, I considered myself a bit of a cycling connoisseur. The bike-path network in the Netherlands is vast. And hopping on your two wheeler is the fastest, cheapest and most efficient means of getting to pretty much any destination in the city (I once had a job where it took fifteen minutes to reach by bike, but thirty minutes by public transport). As a result everyone cycles – from the very young to the very old. Although the site of a baby strapped onto the handlebars as the parent whizzes by is still a sight that gives me shivers. Continue reading I want to ride my bicycle
Taken up the Áras
Now this is a blog title I can work with. Continue reading Taken up the Áras
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