My ten day break started at 18:43 on the dot.
And it shall last until Monday 13 July 10:00 AM on the dot.
And I shall not read a single work-related email until then.
This work-obsession thing… I can give it up any time I want.
And to get the holiday started on a high note, I cycled “into town” at 10 PM, walked the pier, and then treated myself to a brace of Baltikas.
And it totally felt like a holiday.
There must be a reason why big fokoff cruise ships moor in Dung Leering.
Party on dudes!
Walk to the library.
Marvel at how much I love the building.
Check a few large format art books.
Check a copy of the Capuchin (1973 is a favourite of mine).
Marvel a bit more at how much I love the building.
Take a few shots (I just can’t resist it).
Walk back to the Mistake Factory.
Marvel at how much I love the building.
She took one last look back.
Just the one look.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Gerry always knew that he would do it.
Treat himself to a cruise.
The retirement present to himself.
Bah, only 27 more years to wait and save…
A giant Pacman has been spotted eating his way through the population of Dun Laoghaire.
I wish he had started with that bollox cyclist who went through a red light and brushed past me, with an air of extreme annoyance on him.
I had walked onto the road at the red man before him.
He should know that the first law-breaker has the right of way…
Tsk… Is it too much too ask for to have some form of hierarchical anarchy around here?
Nothing left to say.
Except on Facebook.
Nothing left to read.
Except on Facebook.
Nothing left to write.
Except on Facebook.
No friends left.
Except on Facebook.
No family left.
Except on Facebook.
No more work.
Except on Facebook.
No more entertainment.
Except on Facebook.
No more interaction of any sort.
Except on Facebook.
Nothing left to post.
On Facebook.
Shite… we’re in trouble.
That’s pretty much how Michael describes his eclectic collection.
It’s good to see a new space in Dun Laoghaire that is not another EUR2 shop (we dearly miss the good old days of the EUR1 shops…) or a third Starbucks concession.
He rapidly sussed that I was not exactly into assembling a modern art collection, not through lack of interest, but due to futilities like bills, rents spiralling out of control or increased taxation on wine.
He was nonetheless happy to walk me around his collection.
We had a very entertaining 15 minute chat (well it was for me, he may have felt his eyes water with unfathomable boredom but was particularly gifted at concealing it) and when I left I had learned more than I have in 327 monthly conference calls in the Mistake Factory.
If you are looking for a piece of art (from the 17th century to 17 minutes ago), do check him out:
If you are looking at looking at a piece of art, you will be equally welcome and not made to feel like a second class citizen.
He is in Dun Laoghaire. The place that has everything. A state of the art public library, Ireland’s second Wetherspoons megapub, two delightful piers, a European record density of charity shops per square mile, the newly refurbished People’s Park (where people are allowed to sit), not one but two Starbucks concessions on Marine Road, a handful of still family-owned eateries… and the Mistake Factory.
The Dun Laoghaire synchronised sun-bathing team was hard at work at lunchtime.
It is true that they only get a handful of days to practice before the major international events (the Dubai Melanoma Handicap, the Rio Beauty Spot Championships and the Ibiza Burn Baby Burn Challenge).
Their dedication makes up for the lack of opportunities to practice their art.
In and around Dublin 