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That one Ophelia – I never liked her. Always had fierce notions about her.

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The alarm went off at 7.30am as usual. My phone beeped. It was a message from my boss. The office is closed today as Hurricane Ophelia thunders towards Ireland.

My heart soared with joy. Naturally I am concerned that people are safe, and that the damage caused by this weather event is not too devastating, But for self-centred and petty reasons, I was happy. There won’t be too much working from home for my good self today, seeing as I left my computer at work on Friday. What a shame. Continue reading That one Ophelia – I never liked her. Always had fierce notions about her.

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Weekend

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I watched ‘Jackie Brown’ on Friday. This movie had been mentioned in some report about serial predator Harvey Weinstein that I’d read a day earlier. I’d seen that film many times. I’d loved that film. I detest violence or harassment against women.

But I decided I needed to do some research. Did Whalestein influence ‘Jackie Brown’? Continue reading Weekend

Coming out? Nah. I’m staying in.

Yesterday was National Coming Out Day in the USA, some other countries, and online. I wasn’t aware of it – not being a very international day, I guess this is not a surprise.

Like many of these new-fangled web-based days of celebration (day of the sister; day of the brother etc. ) they are American creations, used as marketing gimmicks, for consumer goods and campaigns; and are very easy to promote through social media.

With my cynic’s hat on, I doubt that National Coming Out Day was celebrated with parades and parties in Saudi Arabia or Russia or Uganda.   Continue reading Coming out? Nah. I’m staying in.

Men v women – why I will go straight to hell

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When I get my driving license (whenever that may be – I have the test in a month, but I am well aware of how tricky it can be to pass, so I need to stay realistic) I do not ever want to get into breakfast discussions with colleagues, about the traffic on the way to work in the morning. I’ve just had the most mind-numbingly dull bowl of porridge, and boiled egg of my life – and these are not thrilling foodstuffs at the best of times.

This morning my breakfast companions were all male. I don’t want to engage in stereotypes about the sexes, and I am a firm believer in equal opportunity for everyone. However I have observed that there is a distinct difference in the topics of conversation over morning gruel, depending on whether you sitting with men or women. Continue reading Men v women – why I will go straight to hell

‘You’re terrible, Muriel’

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Over the weekend I watched the film ‘Muriel’s Wedding’.

This movie could well be the one that I have seen more times than any other film – except one – in my life. (The only film that I know for certain that I have seen more often is ‘Heathers’).

I know that it’s the only movie I went to see three times in the cinema on its release, back in 1994/1995. Since then I have owned a DVD of the film, which I watched repeatedly. It’s also one of those pictures that has become a modern classic, so it is still a regular feature on the television schedules. Continue reading ‘You’re terrible, Muriel’

Cars

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I am of a certain age.
I don’t have a driving license.
Until the age of 41 I had never sat behind the wheel of a car.
I lived in Amsterdam for 15 years.
You don’t actually need to drive in the Netherlands seeing as the public transport network is highly developed, regular and reliable.
Driving is bad for the environment.
I moved back to Dublin.
It takes me 75 minutes each day, each way to get to work.
On the few occasions I have gotten a lift, it takes me 40 minutes.
On a weekly basis that would save me six hours.
I started lessons.
I was not very good.
Slowly I started to improve.
I am still not very good though.
My brutally cruel driving instructor Attila roared at me on a regular basis.
When he was not on a toilet break.
I am not very good at dealing with criticism.
I persisted.
Attila applied for a driving test on my behalf.
I received confirmation of the date.
It is in November.

Hell’s bells.

Writer’s block

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As avid readers of this blog will tell you, I occasionally write more than blathering blog posts.

I started this MidnightMurphy venture shortly after I arrived in Dublin.  During the months before I moved here, I was engaged in a readjustment phase to Ireland, from my childhood home in Limerick. I was also detoxifying after decades in Amsterdam. To help me deal with these major life decisions I started writing. Continue reading Writer’s block