Thursday, 19 March 2009

Alternative Miss Ireland 2009







Hmm, these images speak for themselves really. Adam and Dónal put on a freakin' AMAZING show this Sunday past at Irelands gay answer to Miss World, with a performance that included so many exciting gimmicks my heart could barely take the palpitations. Anyway- for all the efforts, and in spite of a STANDING ovation from the Olympia Theatre in Dublins Fair City, they didn't receive the accolade they deserved and the general consensus was- THEY WERE ROBBED!

Thursday, 12 March 2009

More Pretty Things

Look at these! Blank CD's from www.athertonlin.com- David gave me a present of them to send some music to my big sister in Dublin. Pretty neat huh? They are made here in London and come in set and series- this is the 2nd! I don't know how much they are to be fair (Um, I neither think David actually KNOWS it's a present come to think of it) but it's still a nice idea. Okay so it ain't mind blowing but jesus christ- what do you want?

I watched a film called Masjävlar last night. It's about a woman who moved from rural Sweden into Stockholm escaping small-town rituals for big town ones (namely stopping the taxi home in Stureplan to vomit) and her tumultuous trip back up North for her Dads birthday. It's a really simple but beautifully told story and it really does something to me. I cried a solitary tear while Paula snored beside me, nonplussed in that special Scandinavian way. But I say if you get the chance, please watch it.

Look! Paint! on a page! This is a good sign I am inch by inch moving towards the holy grail of producing things rather then merely thinking about them.




Um... The content aint so great. I'll give you that.

Monday, 9 March 2009

Super and Not so Super Sunday

Yesterday was a day of highs and lows.

High:

I found THIS in the market for £5! The old dudes selling it said they didn't know if it worked, and then consequently confessed through laughter that they didn't even know what it was. As far as I can see it's missing a battery cover but otherwise in good nick, so I think I got a bargain either way. I was so chuffed I treated myself to breakfast at Ian's house.



Low:

I discovered I have officially no money left for March, and as distressing this would be for anyone, I'm suposed to be going home to Ireland on Saturday. Whoops. This calls for some serious life re-structuring.