I’ll admit that the title is a touch melodramatic but I am slightly troubled. Continue reading Save the English language
In typical style I am postponing important decisions. Not for any valid reason – it’s more to do with some irrational fear of failure. If I don’t try, then I can’t fail. Now logic would respond that if I don’t try then I’ve already failed – it’s just unofficial. But logic can be overrated. Continue reading Driving Mr. Murphy
So yesterday evening I arranged a soiree to celebrate my impending birthday. The location was The Beer House on Capel Street. It’s a funky, slightly grungy bar at the top of the street where a sizeable amount of money has been invested in making it appear scruffy. Continue reading Bulmers comes before a fall
So Bruce Springsteen then… Continue reading Prisoners
So on Wednesday evening I attended a table quiz. I am a member of a drama group, and this quiz was a fundraiser to raise some loot to finance the production, being held next month. Continue reading Bruce Quizteam
(Aside from friends and family that is) Continue reading Reasons I like being back in Ireland
Monday usually passes in a blur of blah. The weekend just gone is like a fleeting dream that’s been instantly forgotten. The coming weekend is far out of reach. The best policy is to hunker down, stay quiet, get a nice meal for dinner and bide your time. Continue reading Snakes on a plane? Oh no. It’s drunks on a bus
After rehearsal today, a fellow thesp and I took a stroll to O’Connell Street to check out the dungeon of a bar, as a potential performance space. I say dungeon, whereas I ought to be saying ‘downstairs bar area’. Quite a pleasant place -seats about 75, tastefully appointed. My concern was the bar upstairs and its wooden floors. Being a veteran of living upstairs from bars, I am concious of sound. The space has a definite potential though. Continue reading Hugh Lane Gallery
May 22nd 2015 was a big day.
It was my sister’s birthday – this is a yearly event, but the date remains the same. Funny how that works. The deeds of transfer for my flat sale in Amsterdam, were exchanging on that date. And Ireland was voting on whether marriage was meant for Adam and Steve, as well as Adam and Eve. Continue reading May 21st, 2015
This evening was spent pondering.
Not about the meaning of life. Or what I can do on a personal level to combat climate change. Not even a rumination on how to address the homelessness crisis in Dublin. Oh no. I am far more shallow than all that. Continue reading All across the world, in every nation