Yesterday evening saw my attendance at a fundraising table quiz, upstairs in Nealon’s Bar on Capel Street. It was to raise money for the brother of a friend’s colleague who is being treated for oesophageal cancer in Germany. I was a member of a team of four. Continue reading A most unfortunate coincidence.
What a strange and unpleasant breakfast. The contents were the same as usual – a slice of toasted batch bread, a boiled egg, a banana and a cup of coffee – I am a creature of habit. Continue reading Breakfast of champions
‘Days without end’ by Sebastian Barry is his latest tale in a series of books about the McNulty family of Sligo. Set over various centuries on different continents these books examine various people in different generations of one family, and how they fare in the world. ‘The Temporary Gentleman’ was about Jack McNulty – working for the UN in Ghana in 1957, as he remembers his ruinous marriage to his fellow alcoholic Mai Kirwan (you can read my take on that book HERE… ) Continue reading Bookworm: ‘Days without end’ by Sebastian Barry
Bloomsday may not be a major event on the holiday or event calendars for most people, but it’s an absolutely genius and deeply Irish day. I can’t think of a better idea than to take a date – in this case June 16th – and to turn it into a day long celebration, for a character from a work of fiction. Continue reading Blooming marvelous
I have a gig on Friday with a band. The fact that I am unable to play a musical instrument, and possess a singing voice that sounds like a bag of cats in a blender (a metaphorical blender – I love cats and would never knowingly cause a moment of distress to one of those classy creatures) is entirely irrelevant. My services were requested, so I graciously accepted. I have been asked to perform to honour the works of Mr. James Joyce. Continue reading Bloomsday: James Joyce Day, June 16th
While I am well aware of this fact, it might be news to some naïve readers of this blog but I can be a deeply cynical person. Continue reading Irrational rage caused by an identifiable reason
Nostalgia is a feeling that I try to avoid. Looking back with longing for a seemingly better times is a waste. Remembering the past with fondness and happiness is a positive thing. However the yearning or aching to return to some mythical time seems to be a pointless exercise. Hindsight has that awkward little habit of providing 20/20 vision after all. That vision is lacking when you are actually experiencing a situation. Continue reading Cult film time: ‘Heathers’
Yesterday evening I went to the Lighthouse Cinema in Smithfield. It is currently running a Katharine Hepburn film season, and is screening various highlights from her illustrious career. ‘Suddenly last summer’ from 1959 was last night’s film. Continue reading ‘Suddenly last summer’ Elizabeth Taylor realised she was being used for EVIL!
To no-one’s surprise it is the general election in Britain today. There is some great disparity in the various pre-vote polls. Some place the Conservative Party up to ten percentage points ahead of Labour. YouGov on the other hand put the Tories a mere one point ahead of Labour. The Liberal Democrats and the Openly Racist Party (also known as UKIP) have seemingly vanished from existence. Continue reading Vote early, vote often
Slouched in my seat at work, with my shoulders hunched, my tongue lolling slightly from the side of my mouth, my eyes glazed with disinterest, I stared at my computer screen. Continue reading The twilight zone in the industrial wastelands