Skint, but wanting to do something nice with my 6 year old, I am excited when I see the Facebook photos of a friend who has recently visited the Eagles Flying in Ballymote, Sligo with her kids.
Fifty euro is my budget and that includes the price of the petrol to get there from Galway city.
Entry times are at 10.30am and 2.30pm and we arrive at 2.15pm. Continue reading “Family Day Out from Galway to Eagles Flying in Sligo”
“Vroom, vroom, vroom,” say all little boys with their car toys just about as soon as they manage to crawl and clasp their little fingers around them.
And so, seeing an exhibition at The Galway Plaza in Kiltullagh of life-sized toys that really go “vroom, vroom” at the push of a pedal is a must see thing for fully grown boys who are now, technically, men. Continue reading “Vroom, Vroom, Vroom at the Luke & Chloe Car Exhibition”
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”