Last week it was announced, that the popular music combo ‘Red Hot Chili Peppers’ were playing a gig in the Point Depot near my house on December 20th. Being a creature that grew up in the 80s and 90s, this was thrilling news. Not only was their music gripping to my teenaged soul, I also had strong feelings for the lead singer Anthony Kiedis. Continue reading Red hot chili bastards
This is both a statement of fact, and the title of a book of short stories by Wexford writer Frank Ronan which was published in the 1990s. Continue reading Handsome men are slightly sunburnt
This post about those unseen people and elements in the theatre – the stage managers, sound and light people, the door-whores (a term that I find hilarious) at the front of house, the glamourous assistant directors, and all those people who help put a show together. Continue reading Backstage Bart
So last night after all the fun had been endured, at the compulsory fun day at work, we reconvened in town. Now the actual fun could begin. And this would be genuine fun as it involved barbequed food and frosty beverages. Continue reading Sometimes it’s hard to be a model.
Today an external company has been hired to allow all us sedentary office staff to have some FUN (it’s import that we have capitalised FUN – not merely ‘fun’ mind as that doesn’t have the same brainwashing connotations, that whole ‘Hey team, we’re all in this TOGETHER’ vibe). Continue reading Compulsory Fun Day
So this evening was the premiere of ‘Miss Julie’ in the Pearse Centre on Pearse Street (Great Brunswick Street before independence). The Centre has a modern theatre out at the back of the building that was installed at the same time as the ritzy Trinity Capital Hotel next door was being constructed. The hotel offered to build and donate the theatre to the Centre if they could house hotel rooms above it. As a result there is a small but modern wood decked theatre in the back garden of the Pearse Centre which is great for plays and also has a high speed free Wifi courtesy of the hotel next door. Continue reading Courage Citizen #Misneach
It was a late night and the quality of sleep enjoyed was somewhat patchy. That’s as a consequence of last night being tech and dress rehearsal for ‘Miss Julie’ which begins in the Pearse Centre today and runs until Saturday.
As a result I slept in late, this morning. Not by much – only by about 15 minutes. The speed with which I did my morning ablutions was impressive. Continue reading A suburb without pity.
I had a visitor from out foreign over the weekend. An Irish person who lives abroad, home for his summer holiday. Continue reading Weekend / ‘Weekend’
Starting next Tuesday I will be backstage for a week, watching a play. I am the glamorous assistant director to a new production of a nineteenth century play called ‘Miss Julie’ by August Strindberg. The Debbie McGee to the director’s Paul Daniels, as it were – except in our case we’re both still very much alive. Continue reading Theatre of the Damned
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’.