28 December 2007
I had rose flavoured ice cream today which was v tasty and unusual. Rich got a hair cut at the train station in a lovely old fashioned barbers where he made the international sign for a number one buzz cut by saying ‘bzz’ waving his hand around his head and holding up one finger. Worked a treat. We took a punt and went to the theatre tonight. Last time we did such a thing we saw a truly bad production of waiting for godot in estonian. I have no idea what the story of tonight’s piece was but the music was great and there was a lot of tango dancing. Grand.And the mira cle of this blog is that i just did it on my phone!
27 December 2007
We are on the first leg of the adventure – The Mammy is on duty at home with Mrs G and myself and Richie are in Poland, if you don’t mind. It’s all a bit mad really as the two of us are dying with doses of Festive lurgies. However onward and upward. And for once it wasn’t me crying as the plane came in to land and my sinuses were so painful I wished for death – today that mantle went to a poor youngster in the front row. Snow here in Krakow, which, although I knew was a definite To Be Factored In Factor, is not exactly what I am dressed for…It looks magnificent so far and after I have had the tiniest of snoozes (got 3 hours sleep last night between excitement and the bad chest/throat thing) I will be OUT THERE. anon, mes amis…
by the by – anyone got any tips re getting the train from here to Lviv in Ukraine? looks like it could be a bit more of a challenge than I had anticipated.
26 December 2007
Funniest thing about Christmas Day happened mid afternoon when the smallest boy of the posse of children decided, off his own bat, to have a little lie down. He is 4 years old and snuck off without saying a word to anyone. The adults were well jealous of him and his Time Out. Clever little chap had 20 minutes quality snoozing and came back rejuvenated. I hear he is very like his uncle (my own hubby Richard) when it comes to getting peope’s attention – every so often we’d hear a yell of ‘everybody watch me now, now, NOW’ and watch we would. Great day out and we left with good booty and our dignity intact. Then proceeded to drink a tad too much at home, of course, though not enough for terrible suffering today, I’m glad to report. But, I have the Bad Chest now and am feeling a mite sorry for myself – it’s one of those hacking cough arrangements that leads to an interesting a flavoursome phlegm wandering about – URGH. Thought you’d like to know…
24 December 2007
Well, yours truly got out the wrong side of the bed today and I have been on the warpath a bit (a lot) since. Grouchy McFeck is me. The poor hubby certainly wasn’t feeling too imaginary today, though he was probably wishing he was just a figment of my warped mind. To his credit, he ignored me as best he could, got on the net and found nice places for us to stay when we go on our adventures at the weekend. In the meantime, I got a bit domestic and then decided I’d have to pull myself out of the grump so put on way too much make up and went out to get food and wine for the Festives (grrr, bah humbug, etc). The lads at the off licence took one look at me and asked if I am having a mid likfe crisis (I don’t think they liked the new hairdo…)Oh well…Anyhow, feeling marginally better as have stocked up on human food for The Mammy when she comes to look after Mrs G and cat food for said ‘queen of all she surveys’. Am going to wrap the last of the pressies and tuck into a bottle of fizz with Himself and a few Ealing comedies (our gifts to ourselves).
Tis the night before Christmas and all round the house Pauline’s getting happy and less of a louse….
23 December 2007
I have it bad about the West of Ireland – and who with a pulse wouldn’t? We went to visit the London McLynns, who are mustering in a valley near Maam and oh my word but it’s beautiful.
An amazing place of incredibly rugged beauty set well of the beaten track. Lovely houses to rent, close to fabulous walks, drives, boat trips. On top of that, very local to the houses, there are 4 friendly donkeys who come to greet visitors and try to get into the vehicle to see what’s good to eat. We’ve also heard there’s a baby donkey now, small enough still to cuddle – the kids can’t wait to meet it (sorry, don’t know if it’s a mini lady or a mini gentleman donkey). Such gentle and wonderful creatures…and the donkeys aren’t too shabby either (boom boom).
It was great to see the West – my end of the country – but, to be honest, I am exhausted by this year and it’s nearly time to be seeing it off. I am practically drawing a line through each day of the diary – might not be such a bad idea because then it’d look like I had achieved something each day and it had warranted signing off on…positivity is everything at this stage and hard to locate right now…
22 December 2007
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…I went on national radio in Ireland yesterday and mentioned that I do a daily blog and lots of people checked it out…but after spending the day getting the last of the Christmas pressies I got royally trashed and was incapable of writing a blog last night…not quite so ‘daily’ eh? Mind you, as some of you know, being drunk and disorderly doesn’t neccessarily mean I won’t post a blog on autopilot. Anyhow, here I am now, or what’s left of me, DYING, and wondering why it was such a good idea to get so bladdered…I would blame the Ray D’Arcy show for the awful event but that would be too huge a stretch. I broke myself and thaqt’s all there is to it. As it was, I had a great time talking to him and his brilliant team – I did actually feel a little Christmassy afterwards and, as regulars to this site will know, that’s a miracle. Never fear, though, as I am right back to hating it – it’s not hard to hate EVERYTHING today with the head that’s on me. We’re off on a swift drive down West to see the McLynns of London and Galway. The Londoners are renting a house way out past Maam. No doubt a cure will emerge during the day…I hope it does as the suffering is too great even for Panadol to penetrate. Let the state of me be a salutary lesson to you all…
20 December 2007
Nipped in and out of London’s town today and had a wonderful time. Visited my editor and then my acting agency and all were veh veh happy with the spirit (and spirits) of the season to be jolly. I also did a bit of shopping and in spite of all promises to myself that I would follow my list and stick to small gifts for each of those thereon I found myself swept away in various shops by mere pretty geegaws (many of which I’ll not be able to part with) and of course the DVD section of a large multi national where I was taken in by every last stick that proclaimed a half price offer. My arms nearly came out of their sockets hauling the booty back home. I am an idiot. Oh, and I had to fork out 17.99 sterling for a charger for my new phone because I hadn’t brought mine with me…and we wonder how companies make their money…
19 December 2007
I’ve put up the dates for various thingettes in 2008 in the forthcoming events section – hope you’ll sample some or all – enjoy!
19 December 2007
Well, I went MAD today, chopped off the hair and dyed it veh veh dark…quite a change and a bit frightening and MAYBE liberating…need to work out the makeup to go with it and take care of the poor old skin which is looking end-of-year tired and wan. Realistically, though, nothing much but the paint will change before the New Year as I kind of don’t see the point in trying to mend my ways till then…HOORAY!
The spelling policeman (Richard) says there was an ‘adn’ last night which, as we all know, is McLynn for ‘and’ and an ‘insutling’ which is Pauline for ‘insulting’ – eh DUH, will that guy ever learn??
I still haven’t set up the comments properly because I am hopeless – might set the Comments Policeman/Techno Guy (Richard) onto that.
anon…
18 December 2007
I recorded a radio programme tonight which will air on irish radio on New Year’s Eve, hosted by one of my favourite ladies (and all round talented gals) Fiona Looney. I have not had that much of a laugh in along time BUT it’s unlikely people will hear the half of it as it’s going to be broadcast after the lunchtime news on N Y’s eve adn children mgiht be listening, as well as easily inuslted juveniles/politicians. I hear that if you check out the podcast you’ll get more of the flavour of the true nature of the thing – RTE radio, whatever that is these days. And remember, because of MAGIC it won’t EXIST till New Year’s EVE and thereafter, so don’t go looking till then…
tomorrow, I may share an olafactory snippet about Joyce and his love letters to Nora Barnacle, and vice versa, which I heard tonight…