So tonight I was front of house at Outhouse, for the second day of the 2016 gay theatre festival. Continue reading Door-whoring : the sequel
The theatre of the gay
Today is the opening day of the International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival. I am volunteering as front of house at one of the locations – the Pearse Centre. Which I like, as rumours abound, that Paddy Pearse was a sodomite.Therefore in my mind this is a fitting venue. The other festival locations are the Teacher’s Club; Players’ Theatre; Cobalt Cafe and Outhouse Theatre. Continue reading The theatre of the gay
What would Mariah Carey do?
This afternoon I attended an audition for a part in a play that is to be shown for a week over the summer in the theatre in Trinity College. Continue reading What would Mariah Carey do?
The 4th best concert of all time
Last night was spent in Vicar Street in the company of Christy Moore and his audience.
And I don’t want to exaggerate but it in my restrained and unbiased opinion, it was one of the most electrifying nights in the history of showbusiness. Continue reading The 4th best concert of all time
Justice for me
There’s nothing unusual or noble in wanting people to be treated fairly – it’s a basic sign of human decency.
It is wrong to punish or penalise people for something they have not done or are not guilty of. Continue reading Justice for me
You’ll like it, not a lot, but you’ll like it.
So last night I found myself in the position of glamorous assistant Debbie McGee.
Well not quite. But not far off either. Continue reading You’ll like it, not a lot, but you’ll like it.
Royal
Today is Kingsday in the Netherlands – the annual Dutch celebration of the birthday of their porky-pink, unelected head of state – who does very little actual work, gets paid an absolute fortune and who costs the taxpayer mountains of money. (I didn’t mind his predecessor but I’m not a fan of the current incumbent). Continue reading Royal
Stoner
On my bus journey yesterday evening I finished ‘Stoner’ by John Williams – ‘the greatest book you’ve never read’ according to the Sunday Times quote on the cover. Now The Sunday Times is hardly a newspaper of repute, I know, but this seems like an apt way to describe this book. Continue reading Stoner
I stink
My morning routine varies very rarely. Both my alarms go off at 7.25am. I hit the snooze button for ten minutes and lie in my pit feeling sorry for myself until 7.35am, at which point I jump out of bed, rush to the shower, wash, brush my teeth, apply some anti-perspirant and moisturise (this is an important thing for men of a certain age to always remember to do – those wrinkles don’t fully disappear even when my face is at rest any more). At 7.50 I leave the house and take a brisk walk to my bus-stop. I arrive at the stop at 8.10 and five minutes later we depart – with me saying an inner prayer that Beyonce’s mum won’t take agin me en route to work today. Continue reading I stink
In Dublin’s fair city
I spent the day as a tourist in Dublin.
And I wouldn’t recommend Dublin to anyone based on today’s observations. Continue reading In Dublin’s fair city
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