The area in which I live in Dublin has a situation involving homelessness and drug addiction.
From the fleabag hotels on Gardner Street that house several single mothers and their children, to the rough sleepers in the shop doorways, Dublin 1 – the North inner city – is not a great advertisement for Ireland’s economic recovery.
Continue reading ‘Spare two euro for a hostel? God bless you’.
The results of the Leaving Cert are being released today.
Continue reading Leaving cert results are out today
A nifty way to catch full length films on Youtube is to use Google Translate to find out the Spanish translation of the film title that you want to watch. The film companies don’t seem to check these as much, so they are available for longer. Free and online.
This evening I saw ‘Susurros en tus oidos’, which is the Spanish language title of the 1987 English film ‘Prick up your ears’ – the biopic of famed English playwright Joe Orton, who in 1967 was bludgeoned to death with a hammer, by his long-term lover Kenneth Halliwell. So far, so grim.
Continue reading ‘Prick up your ears’
Yesterday I spent the afternoon exploring the Phoenix Park. This was a continuation of my adventures in the park, which began last week (and can be read about HERE).
Behold the spice bag. It is a bag of greasy goodness.
Continue reading An Irish delicacy
Tonight I watched ‘The Boys in the Band’ on Youtube.
Continue reading “What I am Michael is a 32 year-old, ugly, pock marked Jew fairy, and if it takes me a little while to pull myself together, and if I smoke a little grass before I get up the nerve to show my face to the world, it’s nobody’s god damned business but my own. And how are you this evening?”
Yesterday evening was a fundraising quiz for the forthcoming production of a play that I am glamorously assistant-directing (‘Miss Julie’ by August Strindberg in the Pearse Centre from 23rd to 27th August). The Quiz Night had a theme – TV and film; it had a location – Robert Reade’s Café and Bar, which was conveniently located outside the Store Street Garda Station, in case of any riots or altercations between competing teams. It had a number of people who had confirmed their attendance. It had a quizmaster. What it didn’t have was prizes. Continue reading The Return of the Crap Jedi
If I was American I’d be voting Hillary Clinton. Well of course I would. I’m not a psychopathic ball of lukewarm vomit after all. Continue reading Clinton or Trump or…?
The tram network in Dublin is called the Luas. It currently comprises of two lines – the Green Line from Leopardstown to Saint Stephen’s Green is also known as the Posh Line – well to me anyway; and the Red Line which goes from Tallaght to the Point and is also known as the Scary Line. When these lines opened twelve years ago, whatever planning genius that designed them, decided to create them as two completely separate lines which never interconnect.
Continue reading A whole new world of Upstairs/Downstairs
A strange and unsettling experience happened to me about a week ago. Continue reading ‘Don’t believe a word he says!’
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