The street preacher was right. We have been sinning and this is the divine punishment unleashed upon us as a consequence. The gates of hell have been unlocked and some of Satan’s vilest subjects have been vomited onto the streets of Galway. We all laughed at the street preacher, but nobody is laughing now.
Continue reading “Attack of the Ants”
Stand-up comic Cormac McGuinness is MC’ing for Thursday night’s gathering of the Smallest Comedy Club in Ireland upstairs in the Dew Drop Inn on Mainguard Street in Galway. His strong features and jet black hair remind me a little bit of Christopher Reeves, but maybe that’s just because I have a nauseating obsession with heroes these days. In between acts he makes some very interesting jokes relating to the saying that “you are what you eat” and I can say, honestly, that I have not been this impressed and amused with such bold public assertions since Frank McCourt wrote openly about wanking in Angela’s Ashes.
Continue reading “Small Venue, Big Laughs, Feminism, & Pizza”
Trailheads’ Western Way Ultra took a path along by the fisheries at Aasleagh Falls, and I feel I must say something about my time here, and the people I met, because I had some wonderfully interesting conversations with people while waiting for the ultra distance runners to arrive at this point of the race. Continue reading “Wild Men & Wild Salmon (TrailHeads’ Ultra Part Deux)”
Lord of the Rings, Spiderman, Star Wars, Jurassic Park, James Bond, Star Trek, Pirates of the Caribbean and many other movies besides are so inherently bound to the music that goes with them that they could not exist without them, at least not without losing something significant or becoming ridiculous. For this reason, I was delighted to, last Tuesday 28th June, attend the Esker Movie Festival’s ‘Night at the Movies’ in the Black Box which is led by Galway native Peter Joyce who is a musician, composer, and conductor. Continue reading “Hero Music from the Esker Music Orchestra”
Lord of the Rings style landscapes are what many describe as the kind of scenery that one sees in Connemara. Indeed, author of the trilogy, J.R.R. Tolkien, is said to have visited here and it is believed that it may have been a source of inspiration for his books. But here today there are no goblins, orcs, wizards, hobbits or talking trees, but like the obsession of Golem in the movies, there is something precious. There are 25 real-life heroes undertaking a task unimaginable to most mere mortals. And most are wearing blue, like Superman or Wonder Woman, so it is obvious that these folk are the real deal. Continue reading “Into the Wild with TrailHeads’ First Western Way 50 & 100 Mile Ultras”
Downtrodden underdog is the theme which runs through all of the Rocky movies. The protagonist’s triumph against a hierarchical food chain, of which he is at the bottom, is what makes this franchise so satisfying to the diehard fans of these cult movie classics, the first of which celebrates its forty year anniversary this year.
Continue reading “Getting in the Ring with Rocky & Apollo at Jameson Cult Movie Night”
Shearing sheep and wrestling bears are facets of the first chap up who attempts, and succeeds, to woo the ladies at Saturday night’s Take Me Out in the Clayton hotel, Galway, in aid of Crumlin’s children’s hospital. His name is Owen and here he is enjoying his date. Continue reading “Pins Burst Hearts at Take Me Out in Aid of Crumlin’s Children’s Hospital”
Like a sniper I was machine gunning photos all weekend at Challenge Galway’s triathlon events which took place on Saturday and Sunday. I took so many photos (viewable here), around 6,000 in total, that folk who have subsequently messaged my page are of the notion that there was a team of photographers working with me. Continue reading “Shooting Chrissie’s Smiles & Other Heroes’ at Challenge Galway’s Triathlon”
Peculiar is the only word I can think of to describe a rather bizarre experience that I had on Saturday afternoon. I’m not sure if perhaps I drank one too many coffees, was under the weather, banged my head, or if it was the bargain priced mustard from Aldi, that I had liberally slathered over my ham and cheese sandwich, that led to the following tale in Merlin Woods that I am about to relate to you, dear reader. Whether it was some form of hallucination, some momentary lapse of any sensible notions of reality, or whatever, I am not sure, but the one thing I am sure of is that the whole experience felt very real. Continue reading “Voodoo, Pixies, & Magic in Merlin Woods”
My plan is all set to work out flawlessly, I think, seconds before the start of my worst photography endeavour since My Pieta House Failure.
I have my gear set up, my camera settings perfected, and an umbrella over my head well in advance of those doing the Shan route passing by.
I got up early enough this morning to get the shots. Oh yes-sir-ree I did! I’m what you might call a cute whore. I’m ahead of the posse and I believe I’m going to get the money shots for sure! But I don’t. Continue reading “The Great Galway Bike Blur”