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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
Two days ago security at the palace was heightened dramatically – the national police – the Carabinieri were stationed at the gate monitoring people coming in and going out. Sniffer dogs were wandering around. It was all very James Bond. Yesterday morning the banquet hall where I partake of breakfast was closed off and we were shunted to a less grand – but still stunning – room for our boiled eggs.
What could it be? A wedding I suspected But whose wedding. Someone important clearly. Is Berlusconi single right now? Is some innocent 19 year old being sent to his musky, facelifted lair? Continue reading Raspberry beret
There is a village in the mountains outside of Rome. It Is thousands of years old. But it was redecorated in the year 1072 in the medieval style. It has a medieval church and some and museum and it is granite heavy. Architecturally I am not sure if it is an important town – it looks impressive but grim – rather like the middle ages in general. The redecoration predates the renaissance so beauty was not high on the agenda for these buildings. I was suitably awed however. Mostly by the ugly multi-storey car park which came directly from the 1970s and was nestled in between all the old buildings. Continue reading Medieval and bloated
After a day of meetings yesterday, where my imaginary shoulder pads quivered relentlessly with executive power I arrived back at the palace in the evening. Continue reading Pizza and parrots