I’ll buy an affogato in Murphy’s Ice Cream for the person with the best suggestion. I didn’t know seagulls could drool until today!
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Not enough hours in the day
Most of my time outside of work at the moment is filled with sorting things out for moving house. Most close friends will testify to this as they’re probably now sick of hearing “no not in yet, need to sort a, b, c & d” first.
Moving house is a pain in the bum. Through the changing circumstances of friends and others around me I’ve had to move house during the last two summers. I always forget how much stuff I have, I forget how long it takes to pack, I forget how much cleaning, sorting and nesting needs to be done before a new house becomes home. And that’s *after* you find somewhere to move to.
Now more than ever it feels like there’s not enough hours in the day. There’s so much good stuff on like the Carlsberg Comedy Carnival and the Festival of World Cultures. I have a stack of blog posts, articles and books I’m egging to read and now that the world cup is over good movies are hitting the cinemas once more. I haven’t had a chance to get to grips with the new version of WordPress yet or written about useful geeky things I’ve come across at work. I haven’t had a chance to get a haircut!
Hopefully in about 2 weeks time this will change. Living in town is going to give me back on average 2 hours per day. That’s a gain of 14 hours a week.
I’m determined to make good use of this gain. It’s probably going to be a challenge given I could easily spend one of those extra hours a day in bed in the morning by delaying the alarm clock!
It’s going to be an interesting and hopefully fruitful challenge.
BRB.
Moving
Moving house inevitably involves a certain amount of stumbling over things you’d forgotten you had or memories that had escaped your mind. Been having quite a few of those today including:
Bon anniversaire, la France!
I love France. I say this having only set foot in the lovely country once but rather than call my love naive, hear me out.
I love France for:
- Cheese – the stinkier the better and boy do they make it good and stinky
- Wine & champagne – enough said
- Food and cooking – their love for it, their enjoyment of it and what they’ve given to the world as a result
- The language
- Style and elegance
- My favourite perfume
- The countryside
- The charming old cities
- Artists, Monet’s work in particular has always made me smile
- Giving Jacques Brel a career in music
- Amélie
- A healthy sense of national pride
Most of all I love France for the fabulous image it has portrayed of itself for me. Maybe that will shatter some day and my dream of running a cutesy little restaurant in a small village in my retirement there will shatter into a million pieces.
For now, I salute you France. Hopefully see you again soon et bon anniversaire!
Need therapy?
Fear not! Group Therapy for One is happening in Dublin this coming Friday and Saturday ahead of a show at the Kilkenny Arts Festival. Win.
The official gist:
Shane’s a bit fucked up.
He wants you to be the witness at an inquest into his life.
With the softness of his mother, and the bravado of his father, he will tell you things he doesn’t want you to know.
Some say he’s comedy gold. Others think he’s self-indulgent. Why don’t you decide?
Group Therapy For One was first presented at the ABSOLUT Dublin Fringe Festival 2009, where it was performed in Shane’s family home and nominated for Spirit of The Fringe.
It was my favourite show of Absolut Fringe last year, my sketchy review is here if you fancy more info.
It’s different, it’s fun and it’s challenging.
Grab your tickets for the Friday show here and Saturday show here at City Arts Centre on Bachelor’s Walk – it’s a steal for a tenner. And maybe give them some Facebook love while you’re at it.
See you there.