Saturday, July 24, 2010

Summer: Part 2 - Yet more festivals

Think I'm approaching festival capacity at this stage. Just in from a wander around the Dun Laoghaire Festival of World Cultures and it was more a matter of surviving rather than enjoying the experience. So. Many. People.

Plus So. Much. Queuing. and So. Many. Flying Ants. Ok that's hardly the festival's fault but generally I'm sick of the downsides of festival life--the queuing, the greasy food, the wailing kids...ready to curl up somewhere quiet with a book now thank you.

Saying that, I really enjoyed this year's Galway Arts Festival. I was in Galway for 10 days of it and managed to get to a good range of shows across the spectrum: theatre, comedy, music, street theatre and the annual Macnas Parade.

The festival street theatre (as opposed to random buskers and performers of which there was as usual millions) was minimal - just two acts: Tumble Circus and Bruce Airhead. Both are acts I've seen before in either the Spiegeltent or Street Performance World Championships but both acts are superb and stand up to rewatching. The weather proved abysmal for most of the scheduled performance days which was unfortunate but both acts soldiered on and attracted large crowds when the rain went away.

The Parade was particularly good this year displaying Macnas' capacity for big imagination on a small budget. The title/theme was 'The Wild Hunt' featuring a boy and his pursuit of various wild and fantastical creatures through the streets. A minotaur hinted at Picasso, crows at Ted Hughes and a wolf referenced Blake and Angela Carter. To me the aesthetic was beautifully designed and realised. These pictures hardly do it justice.

The organisers were blessed with a sunny day and a massive crowd turned out to embrace the carnival atmosphere and witness the unmissable spectacle that the Macnas parade has become. The performers seemed really energised and engaged with the crowd non-stop as the parade wound its way from the Spanish Arch to the Cathedral.

It was amusing to hear that Peter Crawley, theatre critic for the Irish Times was a participant and he notes his experiences here. Augusto Boal said: anyone can do theatre, Even actors. And theatre can be done everywhere. Even in a theatre. Turns out anyone can be in a Macnas Parade. Even theatre critics.

Other shows that stood out for me included Corn Exchange's Freefall, Tusk Tusk by GYT and Badly Drawn Boy at the Radisson. Freefall was a terrific piece of theatre depicting a man undergoing a stroke and flashbacks throughout his life performed by an excellent cast. Tusk Tusk confirms that GYT are managing to consistently deliver high quality theatre from the mouths of babes (ok teenagers) every year at the Arts Festival. This show dealt with the dark experience of three children who've been abandoned by their mother. All the actors showed raw talent but without doubt the seven-year old child actor was the one to steal the hearts of everyone in the audience. The pure joy of pure acting was clear in his face and a barefoot kid without his mammy is about the most sympathetic character you can create!

Badly Drawn Boy proved entertaining mostly because of Damon Gough's self-deprecating tone which would endear anyone to an Irish crowd. Either the song was shit, a line was shit or he was 'shit at performing'. Mancunian self-deprecation to the last. He chatted and told stories to the crowd throughout his show (a trait I adore in a performer) even sharing his addiction to iPhone app 'Doodle Jump'. He's been out of the loop for a while and is planning to release a new album in October and I for one welcome him back - had forgotten how much I love his voice and songs.


My one comedy show was Maeve Higgins at the King's Head Ruby Room for Gerry Mallon's Laughter Lunchtime series. She wasn't at her absolute best but even Maeve Higgins at her worst is a hell of lot funnier than most other comedians out there. Highlights include her tale of being locked out of the house on a wintry morning and tales from her slightly overweight childhood past. She's got an immensely charismatic and friendly presence - you really want to go have coffee with her afterwards.

I was excited to see Rodrigo y Gabriela in concert finally and was suitably impressed by their ferociously fast fingers and geetar stylings. It's hard to stay engaged with an evening of music which involves no lyrics, however, and I definitely think that it would be a better experience to see them in a small indoor venue rather than in a tent in a muddy field (very muddy as it happened--rain tipped down for most of their show). Man I'm starting to sound like a geriatric crank - what's wrong with wanting a little comfort?!

As for the shows I didn't love... well you should know who you are for the most part. Uncle Vanya by the Bristol Vic was a great production but Chekov type theatre will never be for me. The Grippe Girls by Electric Bridget needs a lot more polishing and focus before it fulfills it's theatrical potential. Finally I probably would have enjoyed Druid's Penelope a lot more if it hadn't been wildly overhyped by the festival.

It's a very literary/wordy piece of theatre by Enda Walsh with lengthy monologues where their should be some climactic action. It's a very good production, cast, set and direction-wise, so credit is due to Druid for maintaining their high standards but I don't think Penelope as a play compares with The Walworth Farce. Maybe it's harsh to criticise a playwright for not being able to compete with their own earlier work but it still didn't deserve the arse-licking it got at the hands of the Galway Arts community. You are allowed to criticise stuff in the festival people!

And that's it for me and festivals for a while. August sees me hitting the road to California and Italy for some serious sunshine...5 days after I'm back from hols I'll be back to the classroom. Boy does the summer go fast.

Keep it festive folks ;)

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Summer: Part 1

Argh.

I've been meaning to sit down and review the various gigs and festivals I've been at this summer so far but keep getting sidetracked by yet more gigs and festivals. (The Galway Arts Festival is currently keeping me busy)

I caught Paul McCartney at the RDS, Greenday at Marlay Park, the Body & Soul festival in Ballinlough Castle and got to the Saturday of Oxegen (yes the day it pissed non-stop).

James Hendicott does Oxegen far better justice than I would and I happen to agree with his opinions on most of the performances so I'm gonna link his reviews on state.ie here: on Saturday's Oxegen highlights and Muse. Basically Florence was a bit disappointing, Dirty Projectors were weird and Muse rocked....also Two Door Cinema Club (despite the lead singer looking about 15) and Andrew Hozier Byrne are ones to watch for the future.

Greenday at Marlay Park were hugely entertaining; engaging in lots of audience participation (pity none of the audience members who got to go on stage could sing), fun covers and generally rocking their substantial back catalogue for an eager crowd. Great concert overall even if it did reduce the beau's 'Days Without Seeing a Penis' count to zero (he likes it to be as high as possible) when random punter got naked for no good reason.

It had previously been at 4 days due to an event at a stag where a sleepwalking roommate almost peed on his bed in the middle of the night. The Beau was not having a good week.

The Body & Soul Festival, originally a section of Electric Picnic, this year launched it's own spin off festival in the grounds of Ballinlough Castle, Co Westmeath in June. For only €100 there was 2 night's camping, music from a variety of not very well know bands and DJs, artistic installations, fire ceremonies and fireworks, a forest full of hot tubs and arts & crafts/workshop and massage tents...oh and a Friendship Nest.

The weekend was a scorcher and I think the weather was largely responsible for making it an enjoyable weekend--if it had rained it would have sucked--it had very little shelter and lacked in kick ass entertainment. As it was wandering around the stunning grounds and walled gardens of Ballinlough, sipping cider in the sunshine and being entertained by random bellydancers and alternative musical acts made for a very fun weekend.

My own musical highlights of the weekend were Kormac's Big Band, Harry Bird & the Rubber Wellies and Galway man Ultan Conlan none of whom I'd heard of before the weekend.

The place was crawling with hippies and free-range kids, the toilets at the campsite were disgusting despite there being only 1500 people at it but overall, for what it cost, I think it supplied excellent value for money.

By far the best gig I've been at this summer so far, however, was Paul McCartney. I had fairly come to terms with the fact that I was never going to get to see the Beatles play live but this concert came pretty damn close. He played for 2 hours 40 minutes with about a 30 second break before 2 encores.

We got All my Loving (chills down my spine I tell you), The Long and Winding Road, Day in the Life, Let it Be, Lady Madonna, Back in the USSR, Eleanor Rigby, Hey Jude, Get Back, Paperback Writer, all the Wings classics: Jet, Band on the Run and a spectacular Live and Let Die (the song was written to have fireworks accompany it) followed by a raucous encore of Sgt Peppers and Helter Skelter. Even at 68 the man can seriously rock and he was a charming and charismatic performer into the bargain.

There's something magical about being in crowd where every single person knows the words to almost all the songs. Seriously - if you ever get the chance to see him live just go.


Meanwhile I'm cramming as much as I can afford of the Galway Arts Festival in and will have views and reviews in the coming days.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Sleb Sightings in South Co Dublin


Just saw comedian Kevin Gildea sitting outside a cafe in Dun Laoghaire writing.
He's Fr Cave in the famous airplane episode of Father Ted, you can see him at this link 15:25 in.

Oh to have a job that involves sitting at a cafe for hours just thinking. He was scratching his head and everything!

His hair looked a lot more normal in person though.

Other B slebs sighted in the Dun Laoghaire area over the past month include: George Lee, Ryan Tubridy, David McWilliams, Frank Kelly and Mary Hanafin. Hitting the big time here I tell ya.

Stay posted for another riveting episode of RTE staff and Irish Politicians Going About Their Daily Lives only on La Belle Ms Bones.


Speaking of Comedians....
Comedian Trailer
= funny.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Bonesy's Back

Well the glorious 'career break of wonder' ended last September when I returned to my secure pensionable teaching job in the wee county. Unexpectedly the time off from teaching made me want to do it all the more - I was sure it'd be more of a career change than a career break but there you go... A year and a half in PR taught me that I cannot stand sitting in front of a computer all day and really need decent holidays for my sanity.

The teaching year flew by faster than any previous year I had spent in a classroom and, despite pay cuts and the return of teacher-bashing in the media, I goddamn enjoyed being a teacher this year. A formerly head-wrecking co-worker had left the school, I had as many 'good' classes (classes where those who want to learn outnumber those who don't) as 'bad' and I had fun doing extracurricular activities like the yearbook and Drama.

I was less inclined to sweat the small stuff then when I had taught previously and I think that might be key to surviving as a secondary teacher. Punctuality and handing in essays on time matter to me; correct uniform, having silence in the classroom and backchat don't matter all that much. I was debating before most of these kids were born (man I'm old).. I can handle them.

Back in the first year or two when I began and I was doing it solely for financial independence and a lack of other ideas, I used to respond to the "and what do you do?" questions by saying "I'm teaching at the moment" ie I'm temporarily engaging in this as a way to make money. Now I'm content to say "I'm a teacher".

It's not all that I am but it is a part of who I am and that's ok. Of course, since the collapse of the Celtic tiger, teaching is no longer considered such a second rate career. Suddenly permanent and pensionable looks awfully attractive to Joe Schmo. But none of that really matters to me - I don't know how long I'll stay at this school - life could drag me to another part of the country or the world at anytime.

I guess I've decided to live in the moment a bit more and to enjoy that moment. As soon as you stop comparing this moment to every other possible moment out there and stop comparing your life to everyone else's (or how you imagine their lives to be)..well then you can start to actually live your life. Not how you imagined it to be but how it really is.

Really.

Hell I'm watching Sopranos box sets at the moment--life is really rather grand as long as you're not a Capo for The Family having to watch your back all the time... ..although I could go for some cannoli right now.


Far away cannoli is always greener. Fugeddaboutit.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Post-Galway Comedown

Just had a wonderful 2 weeks in Galway for the family wedding and Arts Festival. Most days I'd have a swim at Blackrock followed by hours of coffee drinking and theatre attendance.

Working for a living is highly over-rated...

Firebirds on High St during the Festival

Peter Crawley does a good job of summing up the festival in the Irish Times here: Disquiet on the Western Front

My own personal highlights were:
- Decadent's production of Blackbird - a gripping two-hander about a convicted paedophile being confronted by his victim with many unexpected twists,
- David O'Doherty's lunchtime show at the King's Head - extreme hilarity without offense or discomfort
- Bon Iver's haunting melodies at the Big Top...despite it not being an ideal venue for such intimate music the songs were captivating and Justin Vernon's obvious affection for Galway gave the show a special edge
- Propeller's all-male production of A Midsummer Night's Dream - hilarious, spirited and utterly magical.

Circa's show Furioso was disappointing. The performers displayed their acrobatic skills without a shred of humour, excitement or charisma. There was no narrative, no character - nothing to engage the audience. Having heard such good things about previous shows it was a real let-down.

The Macnas parade too was somewhat anti-climactic appearing shambolic and pathetically small due to miscommunication about its layout. The crowd were not aware that the show was really the finale at the Cathedral and not the parade through the town. We had talked up the Parade hugely to all the wedding guests over from Scotland but most looked decidedly unimpressed on the night. I realise that budgets were greatly tightened this year but decent communication and marshalling doesn't cost a dime - it just involves better organisation.

I have to admit - the Ghost horse was pretty cool though:



And so the Arts Festival is over for another year. I'm boycotting the Races due to lack of energy/funds but will meet up with the gang in Galway for the Bank Holiday weekend.

As long as I can spend most of my summers in Galway...I think I'll be happy.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Good Morning

Festival season is upon once more and it's time I awoke from the summer stupor I've been in for the past 6 weeks. The Film Fleadh is on this weekend and will be closely followed by the Arts Festival and the Races...and more importantly the Wedding of the Century takes place on the 18th July - if the Dobbyns can survive this they can survive anything.


I shouldn't imply that I've been doing nothing for the last while - I've been doing nothing only most of time. The rest of the time I've been super busy. Festival season in Galway actually kicked off early this year with the wonderful Volvo Ocean Race in June. Two weeks of free concerts, a festival village, shiny boats and gorgeous sunny, warm weather made it a great time to be unemployed in Galway.

I had a chance to hang out with my Galway buds, soak up lots of sunshine and engage in my favourite past-time - talking about how great Galway is. The Californian beau got completely sunburned on the day of the airshow in Salthill . He no longer laughs at belobstered Irish people.

The much stressed-about and heralded Hen Night also took place in June and was quite successful if I do say so myself. We enjoyed High Tea at the Balmoral on the Saturday afternoon to start things off. My photo album of amusing snaps of the bride-to-be went down a treat as did the yummy cakes and several divine gingerbread lattes (possibly the most delicious drink I've ever had).

We adjourned to Lorna's flat for hen games and final alterations to our bras for the Moonwalk we were doing that night in aid of Breast Cancer charities. Mark had submitted some hilarious answers to the Mr & Mrs game questionnaire and despite the challenge Lorna still managed to score 75% overall. She also won all the prizes in the pass the parcel game which included a dashing apron, rubber gloves and a dustpan. Oh the merriment.

We finalised our preparations for the 13 mile walk due to start at midnight and were most proud of our fringed, floral, sparkley bras. See here:


And off we headed to Inverleith Park to walk the walk along with around 10,000 other people - mostly women but quite a few men participating also. The craic was mighty in the giant pink tent and we sat and gawped at the inventive costumes and brassieres parading around us...nuns with hands grabbing their breasts, superheroes and animal themed outfits abounded. After waiting around a little longer than desirable we hit the road at midnight.

I was fairly confident that walking 13 miles would be no bother to be so didn't bother with the vaseline all over the feet and failed to pack any bandaids. Sure I'd ran a half-marathon last year - this would be a doddle.

Not so sadly - turns out walking for 4 and a half hours is actually pretty tough. Especially when it's around the rather hilly city of Edinburgh. By mile 9 my feet were starting to seriously blister and if it wasn't for the compedes generously donated by more organised walkers (ie Mark's Mum) I would have been a gonner.

As it was I was thoroughly wrecked by the time we finished in broad daylight back at Inverleith park. How the other half of the crowd kept going for another 13 miles to do the full marathon I have no idea. Getting into bed at 5am was one of the happiest memories I have in recent times--following only the memory of getting into a hot bath the following day. Bliss.

We finished off the hen with a glorious 4 hour dunch (that meal between lunch and dinner) in the wonderful Brown's on George's St in Edinburgh on the Sunday. Exhausted but happy we wore our yellow medals boastfully only to be out done when a another table of women arrived in wearing the pink medals of the full marathoners. If anyone deserved a good meal that day those ladies did.

After several weeks lazing about Dublin, Galway beckons once again - the Scots invade this weekend and thus the epic 2 week long wedding commences. Don't say the Dobbyns do things by halves.

I intend to soak up as much Arts Festival merriment as possible while still playing the dutiful bridesmaid. Tickets for Bon Iver, Furioso and A Midsummer Night's Dream have already been procured.

Will attempt to report/review when time allows.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

The Secret Gardens

The girls and I are moving out of the House of Fun in Inchicore soon. I'm preparing to return to teaching in Drogheda in September so want to move Northside, as does my housemate who works in Swords. The 'Core is no longer where it's at.

To be honest the 'Core was never where it was at. I tried to like the place but the village itself is not the most charming in Dublin. There's little sense of community, no cafés to speak of and limited shopping opportunities. The house was a charming, cosy place to live (apart from being drafty as hell) and I have many happy memories here but the time is nigh to bid adieu.

My favourite aspect of living here was getting to discover and fall in love with the War Memorial Gardens by Islandbridge and I will seriously miss the daily walk to work in Chapelizod through it. It's a secret oasis of elegance and calm in a busy part of the city with rose gardens, tree lined paths, benches by the river Liffey and for me was a little taste of Paris in dear old dirty Dublin.

First mooted in 1919 as a commemoration to all who died in the Great War, The Irish National War Memorial Gardens weren't built till the 1930s. An official opening was planned for 1939 but then World War II broke out and it was shelved.

The Gardens were neglected during the 70s and 80s and even became a halting site for several years. Restoration work took place in the 80s but it wasn't finally and officially dedicated until 2006!





The park consists of two beautifully maintained sunken rose gardens (left) surrounding a central memorial area with two fountains (see above), a War Stone of Irish granite and a Great Cross of Sacrifice.


Outside of the main Gardens the park stretches to the Liffey and a walk-way by the river continues all the way into Chapelizod.



This stretch of river is home to all the major rowing clubs in Dublin and sees individuals and teams of rowers demonstrating their prowess with oars at all times of the day.

It's also home to an array of wildlife including stately herons, sun-bathing cormorants, elegant swans, not-so-elegant ducks and occasional groups of exhausted looking brent geese on the way to warmer or cooler climes.




There are currently several families of adorable fluffy ducklings and cygnets who've made the river bank their home and I would advise any broody females out there to pay a visit to ooh and aah over the squeeze-them-in-the-cheek cute balls of fluff. There are two mama ducks, one with seven ducklings, the other with five and two swan families, one with one cygnet and the other with nine! The family of nine cygnets is beyond cute. It's especially nice to see swan daddies being so devoted to their young...unlike daddy ducks who are useless articles who force poor female ducks into submission then abandon them to raise the ducklings alone. Hmph.

The park is also a favourite with local dog-walkers and unlike Phoenix Park it's possible to see the same faces (and the same dogs) walking the same route every day. There's a loyal community of Memorial Garden walkers out there and once in the park everyone is friendly and genial towards one another. People know each others dogs names, discuss the progress of the duckling and cygnet broods and share broad smiles at being happy to be out in the throes of nature no matter what the weather.

I was part of this community for a short period and I would recommend to any Dublin resident to take a stroll in these Gardens some summer's eve. The roses are coming out and soon there will be a sea of colour in the sunken gardens, the cygnets and ducklings are growing in confidence every day and Suzy the border collie wants you to play tug-o-war with her.

Leave the sqalid bedsit behind and pretend that Dublin is Paris for a while.

Meanwhile I'm away to Galway to soak up some sunshine and Volvo Ocean Race craic - c'est beau la vie.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Quittin' Time

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I realise I haven't posted in the longest of whiles - sincerest apologies but I should start to post far more regularly after May 1st as I'm....

Quitting work!!!!

Yipee!

I'm embarking on a 4 month break from paid employment before I return to the teaching sphere in September. I'll be broke but freeeee...

I've known that I was going to do this for a few months now but it appears to have just hit me here and now at my desk in the office.

*Giddy grinning*

I would have done it like this guy except I actually quite like my co-workers and boss here. Still how much fun would that have been?! Is there anything more satisfying in the world then quitting a job?

No more of this...


or this...


No more alarm clocks, deadlines, meetings, being chained to a desk all day, waiting for other staff members to finish their work before you can get started....No more 'touching base', looking at projects 'going forward' or any office jargon of any type.

No more office.

I realise that celebrating the merits of joblessness is strange right now considering how much unemployment has risen in the past few months and what a desperate situation many young familes with large mortgages are in. My heart goes out to those poor sods who bought houses in the last few years and have recently suffered pay cuts/redundencies/tax hikes etc. Both the banks and the Fianna Fáil government have a lot to answer for with regards to letting the economy run out of control in the boom years.

I'm just in the rare and fortunate position of not having a mortgage, knowing I have a job in September and having enough money saved to tide me over till then. I know I'm being a smug git right now but to hell with it - I'm off to eat me a slice of quitting cake:

Thursday, March 26, 2009

What would your album cover look like?



1 - Go to "wikipedia." Hit “random”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to "Random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop or similar imaging software to put it all together.

5 - Post it with this text in the "caption" and TAG the friends you want to join in.


And yes I am both bored and uninspired...but this be fun :)

Friday, March 20, 2009

100 Minutes 2009 - Ten New Plays About Now


100 Minutes 2009 opened at the Samuel Beckett Theatre in TCD last night - it runs till the 28th March so plenty of time to get in and see it! Here's the promo:

100 Minutes 2009 brings together some of the freshest acting and directing talent in Ireland today to work with emerging playwrights from around the globe to stage 'ten new plays about now'.

Painted Filly created 100 Minutes, a powerful and exciting format of theatre in which ten new plays by ten international writers are performed by ten actors in a single night. Fast-paced and entertaining, this ensemble production will deliver ten bold new texts in its distinctive 'elemental' style, aggressively focusing on the body, the voice and the empty space.

From fame to fear, foreign policy to flirting, hedge-funds to hunger and a generous dollop of rhubarb and custard along the way, 100 Minutes 2009 gives you ten distinct stories in rapid-fire succession, ten moments snatched from 'credit-crunch' Ireland and beyond.

The production features the acting talents of Sophie Campbell, Hilary Cotter, Mark Gordon, Yare Jegbefume, Aidan Jordan, Mark McCabe, Brenda Meaney, Robert O'Connor, Lorna Quinn, and Claudia Schwartz. It will be directed by Will Irvine, Louise Lowe, Gemma McGill, Bush Moukarzel, Sophie Motley, and Tara Robinson. Design is by Katherine Graham, and Nick Johnson serves as Artistic Director of 100 Minutes 2009.

Painted Filly Theatre is running 100 Minutes for its fourth successive year and gratefully acknowledges the financial support of the Arts Council for this production. Book your tickets here: www.paintedfilly.com or (01) 896 2461.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

World pieces



Not the wildest Saturday evening I've ever had... But we had fun :)

And now I know where the Solomon Islands are...

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Stepping Back

Due to excessive levels of stress and anxiety in my life of late, I've decided to take things slow for a while, to switch pace from insane, adrenalin fueled rat to mellow-easy-going snail.

No more having 5 windows open on my laptop at work all day,
no more compulsively checking gmail/facebook/twitter etc etc,
no more listening to/watching the radio/tv and reading the newspaper at the same time,
no more trying to keep up with all the latest movies and theatre,
no more sitting in Dublin traffic,
no more social occasions that I'm only attending out of obligation,
no more rushing,
no more taking on more than I can handle,
no more incessant planning of tomorrow, next week, next month, next year...
no more feeling like I'm running out of time,
no more unnecessary panic,
no more irrational worry,

Yes to more time writing,
yes to more time reading literature as opposed to journalism,
yes to listening to really good music and maybe playing some,
yes to slow meandering walks in the park/the hills/by the sea,
yes to meeting friends over coffee and having a really good chat,
yes to taking time to shop for and cook nice meals,
yes to nights in,
yes to walking to get to my destination,
yes to talking about how I'm really feeling instead of pretending everything is fine,
yes to yoga,
yes to getting and giving massages,
yes to doing one thing at a time and doing it well,
yes to relaxation,
yes to a realistic appraisal of how good my life actually is,


yes to the simple life...

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Dimension Tension



I'm not proud of this but I somehow managed to let myself be coerced into going to see My Bloody Valentine 3D at the weekend.

I'm not a big fan of horror at the best of times - I just don't see the point of making yourself deliberately anxious and scared for 2 hours - I can ring my mother for that sort of emotional trauma. The last time I watched scary movies with friends I managed to fling a glass of red wine over the beau who unwisely chose to sit beside me during Dawn of the Dead.

I was not allowed a drink at this movie.

The whole 3D thing did make it an entertaining experience - to look over your shoulder and see a cinema full of people wearing rayban style glasses was amusing and at certain points in the movie it made the goriness pretty dramatic. Mostly I just giggled with my companions over whether it was the mistress or the smouldering ex-boyfriend who was the masked miner pickaxing the poor innocent townspeople.

We also had the added entertainment value of some extremely drunk Dublin scumbags sitting right beside us - it would seem from their willingness to shout at the screen and inability to stay in their seats for more than 5 minutes that the 3D had them really fooled. They were part of the movie as far as they were concerned and even added a 4 dimension to proceedings with their foul odour.

Ah Parnell St...

I was glad by the end that I wasn't watching Revolutionary Road as I had wanted - luckily any interruption of My Bloody Valentine was most welcome.

There were 4 or 5 trailers for other 3D movies which would indicate a strong resurgence in the format - mostly they were animated movies and the trailer for the new Pixar movie Bolt looked really good. The headache that accompanies the use of 3D glasses is not all that pleasant though - feels like you've had your eyes crossed for 2 hours and €15 is a staggering amount to pay for a movie (especially one of My Bloody Valentine's woeful calibre). Being in 3D is not enough--a good script or some decent actors are also necessary.

Speaking of Valentine's Day...It's coming up soon and for the first time in ages I have someone to share it with! Huzzah! Ok, ok it's a Hallmark holiday that is artificially constructed to make couples buy cards and chocolates and flowers etc but...but I'm going out with someone for once so who cares!

Romance and rose petals and chocolate hearts for all!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Resuming Transmission

Apologies for the lengthy break in posting blogs. I have no real excuse for it - apart from the fact that work has actually been quite busy (what's that all about?) and the trip to California was busier than expected...but to be honest I haven't been all that motivated to post - I'm hoping this is about to change.

Barack Obama will be inaugurated as President today - oh really you'd already heard about this? Yup this chap:



Still it's undeniably a day to celebrate and celebrate I will at the Democrats Abroad ball at the Davenport Hotel tonight. Maureen finally convinced myself and Alex to go a few days ago..."it's historic occasion...blah blah etc". Bob and Martina are also going so it should be a good night.

Poor Maureen got dragged on the immensely tedious Questions and Answers last night to represent Democrats Abroad. Just looking at the panel of Irish politicians and listening to their tired excuses for the state of the economy was enough to depress even the most cheerful Irish person. I think this sums it up:



Sigh.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Time Marching Onwards

November? November?!

What the flip?

Autumn disappeared in the blink of a squirrel's eye and bleak, dark winter days are upon us.

Can't get too depressed, however; I head off to California in less than a month. Hurrah!

Sunshine, vineyards, palm trees...



...shopping and sushi here I come:



Re Bridesmaid issues - progress is being made - at the weekend we succeeded in getting the first dress fitting done and shoes procured for both bridesmaids. That's everything we needed to get sorted before the other bridesmaid heads off to Australia for 6 months.

Protracted discussions on the issue of invitations have resulted in an agreement to use e-invites as opposed to labour-intensive handmade cards - thank the Lord! My expertise lies much more in on-screen than off-screen design.

I have to ask myself though - if this is the level of stress induced by being a bridesmaid, what it must be like to be the couple trying to get married? Doesn't bear thinking about... Hats off to those who survive it.

Personally I think eloping is wholly underrated...

Friday, November 7, 2008

Hurrah!

The new website is finally ready!

If I haven't been posting for the past while it's because work has been incredibly busy--but exciting too.. I've been hosting events, getting press, getting promotional materials made....and writing a whole new website for the organisation.

And it's done. Phew.

Link here: Habitat for Humanity Ireland

I've earned a mug of tea...

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Panic on Camden St

I got beset upon by a nasty cold towards the end of last week and despite staying out of work sick on Thursday and half of Friday I was still sniffling and aching all weekend long.

It was unfortunate timing as my 'to do' list for the weekend was extensive – my 'winter necessities' shopping list had become urgent as a result of the freakishly cold weather last week (Does anyone else think we're in for a Winter o '47 style marathon freeze this year? Don't say I didn't warn you) and more importantly my duties as Chief Bridesmaid for the Dobbyn family wedding 09 were becoming pressing.

Yes the wedding isn't till July 09 which should leave plenty of time for preparation but the bride has big exams in January, the other bridesmaid heads to Australia for 6 months in December and, well, this is my family we're talking about here.

My main duties are getting myself and the other bridesmaid clothed, shoed and accessorised (feel my pain) and organising the hen night. Doesn't sound like a lot but the workload seems to be multiplying exponentially as I actually start doing the tasks.

Bridesmaid outfits:

We have the dresses – they're lovely teal, flowy dresses that will suit us blondies perfectly. So far so good. Of course they have to be adapted by a dressmaker to make them the right length before bridesmaid number 2 heads down under. In order to be able to be measured correctly we need the shoes....She lives in Galway, I live in Dublin – the challenges mount. Once that's all sorted I have to get matching jewellery, design hair styles and possibly make-up/fake tans etc.

I'm knackered just thinking about it.

The Hen Night:

My darling sister wants no ordinary hen night...no dinner, cocktails and L plates for her. No...for her hen night my sister is jetting all her friends over to Edinburgh (ok Ryanair will probably do the jetting) next June to take part in the Moonwalk....an overnight walking marathon in aid of Breast Cancer Research.



Yes she's making her friends 'walk' for her hen night. In fairness the event does sound pretty cool – it's around midsummer so the night should be mild, it's mostly women who participate, people design funky colourful, lit-up bras to wear over their clothes, generally there's a festival atmosphere...and it's all for a good cause. I'll take that over matching t-shirts and L plates in Temple bar any day.

She's also considering taking everyone for 'high tea' in the Balmoral that afternoon for an uber posh, lady-like experience that the Grannies and Mothers will enjoy.



So far so good.

In fairness the fact that the Bride here has a clear idea of what she wants and is aiding the organisation is definitely a good thing.

It does look , however, like I'll have to design invitations, organise everyone to register for the Moonwalk early next year, organise flights, accommodation and design at least one funky bra (hopefully not 15 of them) in order to get it off the ground.

Step one (invitations) was on my list for this weekend and given the fact that I was staying at the beau's place just around the corner from the holy grail of Invitation design – Daintree - I couldn't use the cold as an excuse to avoid going.

My first mistake was leaving it till late afternoon to go in – the cold had me knackered so I slept till about 4pm. I arrived in the shop circa 430 to utter pandamonium...brides and brides families everywhere comparing Indian Cotton card, the merits of 'fan leaf' over 'aquatic plant' paper, shades of ivory envelopes, ribbon, dried flowers, feathers etc.

Daintree features a greater level of selection than any normal human can possibly handle without breaking into a cold sweat (which is precisely what I did not 2 minutes after entering the place). Brides on the other hand seem to revel in it...every aspect of a wedding requires endless decision making and each bride has to make exactly the right decision in each case or their wedding will be an utter disaster. At least this must be the case to explain the stress levels aroused by satin paper and silk ribbons.

I was looking for something pink and simple but also elegant and artistic because my sister is a classy dame.

Something like this maybe:



After selecting a pink envelope and a piece of Indian Cotton card that looked like it would fit into it when folded over I felt like I was almost there. I then started to look for some coloured/patterned paper to use as a seond layer or strip for decoration and at that point became stumped. Yes I could find lots of gorgeous matching papers...but what the hell was I actually going to do with it?

It was at this point my utter lack of an artistic ability became apparent. How many layers were there meant to be? What font would I use? How the hell was I going to print these up anyway? What kind of glue to use? Did I have to print the addresses on the envelopes? Why does everyone in here seem to know what they're doing but not me?!

My cold sweat became an all out flood and I had to discard the pink envelope and run. I wasn't in any shape to handle these crucial decisions – much more planning and preparation was required. As I gulped in fresh air on Camden st I realised I was in way over my head.

I don't know how brides do this for real on a big scale for an entire wedding. Whatever about hen night invites – where do people begin to design their wedding invites? Terrifying.

My only hope is intense internet research prior to entering one of these premises again. Being a Dobbyn might actually help me handle this challenge....for once we have the right amount of anxiety and insane punctuality for an event.

After all I'm not Chief Bridesmaid/Best Woman for nothing...it's up to me to see my sister has the best damn hen night the world has ever seen.

Mission accepted.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Getting my Goat


Challenge laid down by Steve at Notes With No Commas blog.....

1) List two things that irritate you for a reason, which you should give, and two things that irritate you for no good reason,
2) Give credit to the person who tagged you,
3) Link your answers to the original blog - http://noteswithnocommas.wordpress.com/,
4) Tag four new people to participate.

Steve listed TV repeats and gangs....I think once I start I may not be able to stop.

For good reason:

1) Inconsiderate People

The people who arrive at the theatre/cinema 10 minutes after the show is scheduled to begin, people who leave their mobiles on, people who do back stroke in the pool at my gym, people who fail to clean up their dishes/empty take-away boxes for 2 weeks, people who park 3 cm away from your driver door, people who smoke indoors, people who vomit on footpaths....

Basically any behaviour where people display their complete ignorance of the existence of other people in the world. Please people! Open your eyes just a fraction, consider the feelings of the many other people that surround you in the world and then stop before you inflict noise/smoke/vomit pollution on them.

2)The Cost of Health in Ireland

I know it could be worse - we could have a system like America that precludes healthcare from all but the wealthy but I still think it's ridiculously expensive to stay healthy in Ireland. Pharmaceuticals are way more expensive here than in other countries due to the lack of availability of generic brands and the growth of chain pharmacies.

For 5 minutes of a GP's time it'll cost you circa 60 euro...for a course of antibiotics another 20 euro, the contraceptive pill will set you back 30 euro for 6 month supply....and don't get me started on the price of condoms.

If you're working on low income (as I am at the moment by my own choice) you literally cannot afford to be sick. I pay for health insurance to cover me should anything really bad happen but it doesn't help me pay for the GP, antibiotics, contraception - or any day-to-day healthcare expenses that can really add up. I can't even imagine how anyone on minimum wage copes.

My sister lives in Scotland and hears people give out about the NHS all the time but really they have things so much better over there...ie it's all bloody free! As in free free...no dollars, zero euros, pas de sterling.... Now that's healthcare for all.



No Good Reason

Um.

This is hard - so many gripes and so many good reasons for them...

1)Spiders

I guess my utter hatred of spiders is pretty irrational. Here in Ireland they're totally harmless, they kill flies and other irritants and they make attractive cobwebs.

But God do I hate them....something about those two extra legs they have on insects that make them repulsive to me...or the way they move.....~shiver~

2) Screaming Children in Public Places

I know children are a good thing...pretty essential to the survival of the species and all that. I even intend to have some of my own some day all going well and I know full well that I will one day be a perpetrator of this particular crime...

But do people really have to bring them to restaurants? and shopping centres? and cinemas? and public areas in general? There's something about the scream of a toddler that is so ear-piercing and disruptive of one's inner equilibrium that it makes you want to strangle who or whatever is nearest you at that moment.

Children should be seen and not heard!


There. Phew. That's a load off.

I won't mandate anyone in particular to do this--anyone with a blog out there have a go. In fact if anyone wants to add a comment here about what gets their goat--go right ahead.


Meanwhile I really should start doing some small amount of work to justify my income however low it is....

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Adios Paraguay.

I've been back a week and between jetlag and mountains of laundry have failed to post a blog. I could have made time to be honest but think I needed some time to process the whole thing.

Basically it was great.

Lot's of this:


and this:

MESCALA!

A great team:


and wonderful friendly hosts in Paraguay:


We actually had an Irish journalist based in Argentina visit out site and he's having a series or articles printed in the Irish Emigrant newspaper. One of them can be found here.

Between the 15 of us we helped build 2 houses in Encarnacion, a small town near the Argentinian border. The Habitat affiliate there is hugely active - in the past 10 years they've built 750 houses and are aiming to round it off to an even 1000 for their 10th anniversary next year.

The only difficulty I had with the trip was not being able to speak Spanish. It really is all pervasive in South America and English is greeted with stony blankness. We had such a great opportunity to get to know locals but language was a barrier. There was also a lot of pressure on the Spanish speakers in our group to translate for the rest of us.

Next time I'm heading to South America I'll habla espanol muy bien.

Hasta la victoria siempre!

Friday, August 8, 2008

Paraguay Panic

AARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Going to Paraguay tomorrow and have done about 5 minutes preparation for it. It's also the beau's birthday tomorrow so am taking him out for dinner tonight. Time for packing: 0 minutes...oh well.

Over the past week I've attending a first cousin's wedding (first wedding attended en famille - and quite enjoyable actually) and spent 3 days on Inis Mor with the gang for Chelle's 30th - lots of cycling, swimming and picnicking - a wonderfully wholesome weekend.

Back at the office it's been hectic to get stuff sorted before I leave - it looks like September and October will be very busy months promoting the new Local project and next year's internationl trips. To be honest I'm looking forward to being busy and doing some event planning, the summer has crawled by at work with everyone away on trips and no events happening.

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So Paraguay...? What do I know...



Well it's Spanish speaking....has a large German speaking population also....weather should be nice enough....the country has a reputation for corruption....

And that's about it. Never have I know so little about a country I'm about to visit.

What could possibly go wrong?