It’s coming up to the two year anniversary of the marriage equality referendum. In what is becoming a minor annual tradition, I updated my Facebook profile picture to a snap taken of me the day before the vote. I had just come home from an afternoon of haranguing passers-by ,encouraging them to vote in favour of equal civil rights for their fellow citizens, on the streets of Limerick. I sported a hi-viz orange vest which proclaimed ‘Yes Quality’. At the time, I didn’t bother telling anyone that, as I’d been out of he country for fifteen years I was not allowed to vote. My voting card still arrived at the Mammy’s address however. What should I do with that I wondered? In time honoured ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ tradition I exercised my forbidden democratic right. Continue reading Culture vulture: The Literary Festival
If a music artist or band plays a gig, I find that the first time I see them perform has a tendency to be the most enjoyable. The most obvious example is Madonna – although in her case my perception might be skewed by the fact that a gaggle of gays from Amsterdam and Dublin, convened in London to her see her perform her Reinvention Tour – which was essentially a greatest hits tour to re-engage her fanbase after a flop album; and before she descended into a parody of her former self becoming the oldest swinger in town, who’s down with the kids.
It was an outstandingly joyous event. My father had only died a short time before. Another fatherless Canadian gay friend and I, teamed up with a random fatherless lesbian and unmelodiously shrieked along to ‘Like a prayer’ like it was our anthem,.
Later tours exposed her musical mediocrity – her obsession with being regarded as some avant-garde, alternative genius, exposing how ropy and uninteresting her newer music had become. Play the hits woman – you’re charging over a hundred quid a ticket, nobody wants to hear you rap. Continue reading Hometown glory – The Cranberries
Each morning about fifteen minutes after arriving at work I will go downstairs for breakfast. I am not an adventurous person when it comes to my morning meal – it is the same every day. A mug of coffee, a slice of batch toast (with butter, not margarine) and a hardboiled egg. Monday to Friday sees little variation (although I have – on occasions of mild rebellion – been known to partake of a bowl of porridge). It’s not that I lack an adventurous spirit, it’s just that being a diabetic of the Type 1 kind, a food routine is important. Maintain those blood sugar levels. Continue reading I lost this battle. But I will win the war
Meetings are a pet hate of mine. In my (completely unscientific) opinion they are an utter waste of time in about 95% of cases. They serve no purpose other than to allow some show-boater who was deprived of attention as a child the chance to engage in a bit of self-promotion. Continue reading A manifesto for mediocrity
A year has gone by since this little adventure.
I’ve already described my time as a volunteer at the International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival in detail. So the vast readership of this blog (all 23 of you) may be a bit sick of my babbling about the gazillions of plays that I have seen over the past fortnight.
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After an action packed fortnight the 14th International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival finished with a gala evening and awards ceremony last night. Continue reading That’s a wrap, folks!
After my theatre binges earlier in the week, it was a singular show for me yesterday evening – at the 14th International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival. Back to the Teacher’s Club – where last week we had such a great experience ourselves. For my entertainment, yesterday’s show was ‘Spool’ by the London based Murmurations Theatre Company. Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Spool’
To the Outhouse theatre tonight to see another double bill at the 14th International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival. For my viewing pleasure tonight was ‘Joto!: Confessions of a Mexican Outcast’ from Mexico, and ‘The Elephant Girls’ from Canada. Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Joto!: confessions of a Mexican outcast’ & ‘The Elephant Girls’
Week two of the International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival kicked off in town this evening. Now that I am a man of leisure I decided to check out some of the shows in the exciting second week programme. The festival takes place in several venues about town. Each has a double bill every night. For my delectation this evening I selected ‘Gypsy Queen’ and ‘Queers’ at the Players Theatre in Trinity College. Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Gypsy Queen’ and ‘Queers’
Week one of the International Dublin Gay Theatre Festival is over. What a week it has been.
My script for ‘An unexpected party’ – which was turned into a play by the amazing director, crew and cast has finished its first run. Continue reading The show must go on