After my spurt of home pride yesterday morning, I left the flat and made my way to Connolly Station. To meet with a visitor from the Netherlands, on her maiden voyage to Ireland. Continue reading Northside adventures
Mister Mop
I have spent two hours cleaning my house this morning.
Continue reading Mister Mop
Summertime and the living is easy
Friday night is for dancing. If that’s your thing. For me however I had other plans. I was going to a concert. To see Graham Norton singing some of his songs. Continue reading Summertime and the living is easy
A wave of mutilation
Last night was the first night of my summer holidays. It began will with an outdoor concert in the Iveagh Gardens, where my teenage dream band Pixies were playing a gig. Continue reading A wave of mutilation
Today, I fast.
That sounds melodramatic doesn’t it?
Continue reading Today, I fast.
Black Lives Matter – Dublin
Just home from the Black Lives Matter protest in Dublin, which was held this evening in front of the GPO on O’Connell Street. It was being held in solidarity with the American movement. Continue reading Black Lives Matter – Dublin
Dublin drear
Somebody got out on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Oh yes they did (try to read that in a voice that your mother used, when you were five and cranky). No prizes for guessing who I am talking about. Continue reading Dublin drear
‘Town is dead’ and ‘Love me Tinder’
I am just in the door from the matinee performance – on the last day of the run – of ‘Town is dead’, which was shown on the Peacock Stage of the Abbey Theatre – the national theatre of Ireland, darling. Continue reading ‘Town is dead’ and ‘Love me Tinder’
I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want
Today is the 20th anniversary of the release of ‘Wannabe’ by the Spice Girls, and thus began the imperial era of Ginger, Sporty, Baby, Scary and Posh. When they bestrode the world like a tuneless colossus of Girl Power. While I liked them (Ginger in particular – her inarticulacy in no way diminished her fabulosity) I have to admit that I was a bit too old to appreciate them properly. My seven year old sister adored them – running around the house randomly shrieking ‘Girl Power’ like a cackling banshee. Continue reading I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want
And for my next trick….
I had to give a presentation at work this morning.
I was sick with worry.
What if I am discovered as an utter fraud, and this realisation dawns on my colleagues as I am babbling? Continue reading And for my next trick….
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