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  • Erris

    The Barony of Erris

    The barony of Erris (from the word Iar Ros meaning the western promontory) is located in North West Mayo, with Broadhaven Bay to the north and the wild Atlantic to the West. It is an area characterised by its spectacular scenery and unspoilt natural beauty. This consists of rugged cliffs along the north coast, beautiful and tranquil islands including the stags of Broadhaven, the Iniskeas, Duvillaun and Inisglora and miles of sandy beaches such as those of Portacloy, Rinroe, Doohoma, Elly and Mullaghroe. Further inland is a vast area of Blanket bog, the largest such habitat in Europe.

    The native Irish language can still be heard in the Gaeltacht areas of Erris, and Colaistí Samhraidh Gaeilge (Irish Summer Colleges) are hosted in Ceathrú Thaidhg, Eachléim and Cuan Oiligh every Summer. The area is steeped in culture and here you will find an easy-going traditional lifestyle intact.

    According to mythology the four Children of Lír (Clann Lír) are buried on the Island of Inisglora. These four children were turned into swans by their jealous stepmother and doomed to spend 900 years on the bleak waters of Ireland, before they finally reclaimed their human form and were buried there. Another tale is the Táin Bó Flitihis, a cattle raid which brought Queen Meave and her army from Rath Cruacháin in Roscommon on a journey through Erris.

    Erris is also a land of writers and poets. Riocaird Bairéad who is buried at Cross Graveyard penned the well known poem Eoghan Cóir, a satire on landlordism in Erris with particular reference to Binghams Baliff. Gweesalia/Geesala (Gaoth Saile) is said to be the setting for John Millington Synge’s famous play the Playboy of the Western World and for Padraic Mháire Bhán written by Seán O’Ruadháin of Doolough, which describes the Black and Tan period.

    Many archeological sites dot the landscape some of which you will see in the course of travelling through Erris. The Céide Fields at Behy on the North Coast is the most extensive Stone Age monument in the world. Farmers lived here in an organised fashion before the pyramids in Egypt were built. There are numerous promontory forts along the coast. Monasteries flourished on the Islands of Inisglora (St.Brendan), Duvillaun and the Iniskeas (St.Colmcille). The remains of beehive cells, early churches and decorated cross slabs are to be found here. Cross Abbey is associated with St. Brendan the Navigator – a sea voyager of the 6th century. At Faulmore is St. Deirbhile’s church with its Romanesque doorway, her grave and holy well. In the parish of Ballycroy is Fahy Castle, associated with the legendary Irish Sea Queen, Grace O’Malley (Granuaile).

    Another feature of the landscape is the Tír Sáile Sculpture Trail which extends from Ballina to Blacksod. This unique project was undertaken in 1993 to commemorate 5000 years of habitation in Co. Mayo.

    Geologists will find at Annagh Head, gneisses which are 2000 million years old- the oldest rocks recorded to date in Ireland.

    Of particular interest to the Birdwatcher is the Mullet Peninsula which is home to the endangered corncrake and the only Irish nesting place of rare Red Necked Phalarope. It was on the north coast of Mayo that the last Golden Eagle in Ireland was resident. By 1912 only to were known in the country, one in Erris and another in Donegal. The Mayo Eagle was last seen in 1931.

    Many travellers have journeyed into Erris, among them Maxwell, Otway, Praeger, Westropp and Knight. The following are observations made by them: “From north to east of Achill, lies the Barony of Erris, the wildest, loneliest stretch of country to be found in all of Ireland. The western shore is low and broken, and the heather there often gives place to poor pasture or tillage….The northern coast of Erris, on the other hand is grandly precipitous, with cliffs up to 800 feet high, set with jagged promontories, deep gullies and outlying stacks, the whole forming the finest piece of cliff scenery in the country” (R.L.Praeger, The Way That I Went, p.196)

    W.H. Maxwell in his `Wild Sports of the West’ states that “it is a district of unspoiled natural beauty and into this landscape poets, painters, sportsmen and antiquarians have come, in search of beauty, pleasure and knowledge”.

    Come and follow in their footsteps and discover for yourself what makes this a mysterious land alive with legend, heritage and adventure. A wide choice awaits- swim or laze on the blue flag beaches, tread on the largest living bogland in Europe, enjoy walks on sea cliffs or visit the many historic sites. The Golfer may enjoy an 18-hole world championship links over 6,690 yards of some of the lovliest terrain in Ireland and the fisherman the rich sea waters around Erris, where over 39 species of fish have been caught.

    Go n-eirí an bóthar leat agus tá siúl againn go mbainfidh tú taitneamh as do chuairt linn I gceantar álainn, draíochta Iorrais.

  • Task Completed

    I've been faffing about with my radio play all evening. I have managed to sort the margins out but the computer won't let me download Script Smart which sounds like a marvellous invention. You type, and it automatically converts it to the correct format.
    Suddenly, I feel optimistic about my writing. Thanx, Menhir for encouragement, and others. I just have to put the work in.
    Blue Eyes was so right 'it's not that you don't want to work, it's that you want to do the work God meant you to do,' he said. Not everyone understands that.
    I know it's writing. I feel it. I love acting and I need to act but I think I've always been better at writing.
    Inspiration all sorted, next step perspiration.

  • Dillie

    I forgot to mention Dillie.
    Lemonie's always had dogs. A corgi when she was young, then her and James got Goldie, a sort of bearded collie from a dog's home. She died and they got a similar sort of dog, except a pedigree this time, called Katy. Katy's quite old now and placid. I suppose because Emma's always been around dogs she bought a Spaniel puppy - Dillie. Long story short, her girls were tormenting Dillie a bit so the dog's now moved in with 'Nana'.
    Dillie is just so lovely. I love small dogs. She's not my Gypsy, who, being half Jack Russell, was fiesty and you can't really pick Dillie up, she's not that little. But she is the gentlest, nicest, sweetest-natured thing. They say Spaniel's are not that clever, not that it matters. She's just so pretty with long, long eyelashes. She went walkabout from the party when someone left the front door open; one of Juni's friends fetched her back.
    'What did I do wrong?' asked Dille (as I imagined it)(in a sort of Marilyn Monroe voice) 'I did nothing wrong. The door was wide open, I only went for an 'ickle stroll. Why can't I go for an 'ickle stroll? I'm so pretty, I have the floppiest, prettiest ears, a girl deserves to go for an 'ickle stroll if that's what a girl fancies doing.'
    I think I'm in love.

  • MM'sQuiz

    1. What time is it? 23.12 pm
    2. Full Name: Pompadour Desertflower
    3. What are you most afraid of? Loneliness
    4. What do you drive? Bike
    5. Have you ever seen a ghost? Sensed them
    6. Where were you born? Stamford, Lincolnshire
    7. Have you ever been to Alaska? No but I like the song - 'North to Alaska'
    8. Ever been toilet papering trees? No, but have hung my knickers on them
    9. Croutons or Bacon bits? Croutons
    10. Favourite day of the week? Friday, ditto MM
    11. Favorite restaurant? A Greek place in Turnpike Lane area, London.
    12. Favorite Flower? Sweet Pea
    13. Favorite sport to watch? None, ditto MM
    14. Favorite Drink? Red wine, ditto MM
    15. Favorite Ice cream? Nothing Hagen-Daz, marketing tripe. there are better brands, can't think off-hand
    16. Disney or Warner Brothers? Disney, ditto MM
    17. Favorite fast food restaurant? Subway
    18. What color is your bedroom? Blue
    19. How many times did you fail your driver? Never took it
    20. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? Friend in New Zealand
    21. What do you do most often do when you are bored? Drink
    22. Bedtime? 1 am, still a bit nocturnal
    23. Who is the person you sent this to that is least likely to respond? Dunno, ditto MM
    24. Who is the person that you are most curious to see their responses? All will be interesting
    25. Favorite TV shows? Coronation Street
    26. Ford or Chevy? Chevy? 'Cos they're country
    27. What are you listening to right now? Nought
    28. What are your favorite colors? Pink and Green
    29. How many tattoos do you have? None, ditto MM
    30. Do you have any pets? No, but only 'cos I can't where I live.
    31. Which came first the chicken or the egg? Chicken
    32. What would you like to accomplish before you die? Write a book
    33. What is your eye color? Green/Grey

  • Dusty Springfield

    Quite a pleasant weekend, I suppose.
    Lemonie's youngest daughter, Juni's 18th birthday.
    I got vaguely dressed-up for the occasion. As in pink sequin top, black skirt, black heels plus hair-piece that I haven't worn for a while, and pink sequin hair-band to hide the grey bits. Such taste; I'm sure Lucy/Luke would approve.
    Lemonie thought I looked like Dusty Springfield.
    'Dusty Springfield?'
    'Some sort of 60's throwback.'
    I think she meant it as a compliment. I'm less sure about going grey now. Now I've got about 2 inches of roots showing.
    Aren't kids today lucky? Which is my main sort of topic for this post. Not just materially although Juni seemed to have millions of presents. I don't know. She is such a confident girl and has loads of friends. She's training to be a nurse and loves it. I just wasn't like that at 18. In fact, 18 was a horrible year for me, not one I'd wish to remember. 19 was more interesting but really I was very unhappy until I started acting. Which brings me onto some of the drama students on my course. I just think they're so lucky knowing they want to act. Whether they do or not is irrelevant.
    Oh, I don't know, my life was one way and I can't change it now and I suppose it's all material to write about.
    Lemonie's adopted an old couple, Pearl and Joe. They're in their 80's and poor Pearl is becoming increasingly frail.
    'I do admire you' she said, 'going through life all on your own.' Was the subtext, I do pity you?
    As the Counsellor I saw for a while told me, the days of old spinster's are over, relationships don't last these days, lots of women are on their own.
    Lemonie amazed Bonnie can't get a man, she (Lemonie) doesn't think she'd have any trouble. Well, Lemonie may be in her fifties but she's still got long, blonde hair. I'm beginning to have second thoughts about going grey. Also Lemonie doesn't think she'd ever get married again if James died.
    Tina, her friend, (who has an absentee husband, they're not divorced but he works abroad, was unfaithful and she's never forgiven him) anyway she doesn't think you need a man.
    Neither of them have ever had to live on their own wages so when they do I'll listen to their opinions, not before.
    I can't get a man in my 50's but then I couldn't get one at any age so what's new.

  • Evening agenda

    It's no good, I don't think I will make the Gym today.
    And I was being so good. I will go and tidy my room up, all those scattered about papers are getting on my nerves. I'll call in and view Luke's wardrobe (if he hasn't gone off to the disco) and listen to Radio 2 - Wednesday evenings, folk and country, my favourites.
    Gym membership resumes tomorrow.
    Think I'll have to curtail my blogging for a bit. It's taking over again.

  • The Play's the Thing

    I am miserable.
    She didn't ring back offering me that job. So much for being Mrs Mop. Me credentials are rubbish anyway because my room's a right mess. Papers everywhere. Not to mention knickers.
    Did a bit of ironing while listening to the afternoon play and feeling sorry for myself. It's the debts and the lack of money. Phoned up one solicitor who'd sent a threatening letter. Actually, it probably is best if you ring them. He seemed quite happy with £20 a month starting in March. Which may be possible in March - this month it all goes to Pete for buying/fixing the oven at Hackney House. Ern did mention in his e-mail how he helped throw the old oven out for free. Well, give him a noddy badge.
    Whisky, the campus cat, was a bit friendly. Not my Bubbs, but cats can be the sweetest things. They haven't got the loyalty of dogs but they love you in their own feline way.
    Really, life is not that bad. I'll get through the financial crisis somehow. What did my poor cousin say when he was alive - 'Nobody ever got rich by working'.
    The afternoon play wasn't all that. Think I'll crack on with our one. 'Leatherarse', we've called it but that's only a working title, probably unsuitable for Radio 4. Didn't J K Rowling write Harry Potter because she was brassig. And I'm not talking multi-millions from a best seller just a measly £1000 from a short play.

  • The Real Thing

  • Mother Courage

    An e-mail from Ern.
    How come I am pleased?
    I have decided to only ever e-mail him when necessary. As I am obviously not good enough to be his girlfriend, I see no reason to be his friend. Possibly I could be his girlfriend, on a casual, suits him basis but he can get lost. This is the man I once lived with, remember, the one who moved out. Now I am getting cross....
    Had a drama exam this morning. A scene from Mother Courage, we've been rehearsing it for weeks. I knew my lines but nerves, I suppose, made me fluff them a bit. Why is acting so hard? Much harder work than writing. Not that writing's easy. But tutor seemed okay, said he could see we'd put the work in.

  • Mrs Mop

    Today seemed to get taken up with yet another fruitless job interview. This time I aspired to be an early morning cleaner. The woman who interviewed me (looked a bit like someone I used to know. Who was a right bitch) anyway, she wanted the names of 2 referees - I gave her Ern's name and Bonnie's.
    Ern is my ex-Boss as well as ex-Boyfriend. No, not something I would recommend. I better warn him she might ring otherwise it'll be 'ay? 'er? Cleaning? Your 'avin' a larf, aintcha?'
    Don't feel too optimistic about getting it. Now what?
    Also, I really do need to open some of the piles of mail I picked up from Bonnie's. It's all Creditors, that I do know.
    On the plus side. Finished, more or less, a 5-minute play for my writing class. Mine and Bonnie's 45-minute effort is a bit on hold, I must admit.
    Also received a proper letter from Joy in East Ham. She was Layla's friend really, they lived in the same house. Layla not so good at keeping in touch, I've had about one text from her and Joy's heard nothing. Anyway, nice to have letter in this age of e-mails.

  • My Ring-Tone

    For Menhir.
    Again, it features in yet another play I'm writing.
    But wasn't he a beautiful boy? His birthday was the same as mine - 30th September.

  • Bill Clinton

    A writing class got cancelled, hence I have a spare hour. 15 more mins. and I'm off for fish-and-chips.
    Had a good night's sleep and feel more cheerful re my finances. The meal card gets refilled on Sunday and I can pay for some groceries by cheque.

  • From nannyogg

  • She Wore a Yellow Ribbon

    Easy, brilliant, thank-you.
    I've posted above because it features in play wot I'm writing.
    No stoppin me now.

  • HELP

    Help.
    How do I download things off YouTube?
    Although if you knew the kind of stuff I'm listening to, you may not wish to tell me.

  • Help.

  • Houseboat

    Feeling a bit down.
    Might be to do with my lack of sleep yesterday.
    More likely to do with my lack of money today.
    About £3 left on my meal card and maybe £2.50 in my purse.
    Oh, well. Put Lemon's cheque in but it will be a week before it clears.
    But I suppose if I get desparate I could pay for whatever by cheque.
    Not heard from that newsagents.
    But have seen other possibilties.
    On another tack, my house is worth £250,000 according to some house price site on Web.
    Maybe.
    Was having a chat with one of the carers the other morning who was trying to sell me her house-boat.
    Always did fancy a houseboat.
    £30,000.
    I wish I knew what I was doing and where I'll be living when I'm finished here.
    But I suppose, sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof or however it goes.
    250 minus approx 75.
    Gosh, I'm something like very minted.
    Queue up, fellas.

  • All-nighters.

    Was up all night Tuesday, writing some stuff that had to be in for Wednesday. In the end I eventually got to sleep at about 1.30, the next day. Woke again at about 4/5-ish, feeling dreadful. Read a bit and that was yesterday taken care off.
    Still feel a bit tired today. I shouldn't do these all-night things but sometimes you have to.
    All those years that I worked nights. Very unhealthy.

  • Tommy Cooper Joke

    A man takes his Rotteweiller to the vet. "My dog is cross-eyed, is
    > there anything you can do for him?"
    > "Well," said the vet, "let's have a look at him"
    > So he picks the dog up and examines his eyes, then he checks his teeth.
    > Finally, he says, "I'm going to have to put him down." "What? Because
    > he's cross-eyed?"
    > "No, because he's really heavy"

  • The Rat-Race

    Marvellous just lost a post. How, I don't know.
    Only me, going on about life in general and the competitiveness of it all and how it makes me sick.
    Had interview for that part-time job. Basically, to be a Saturday Girl but you'd have thought I was up for Managing Director, the questions he asked.
    Rang Bonnie who said they sounded like basic interview questions to her. Must try harder, or words to that effect.
    'Bloomin' gets on my nerves, bloomin' rat-race, I'm sick of it.' 'Cos that is how I feel.
    I was never no good at living, it's all bin more luck than judgement. As for working, I'm sick of the whole business.
    'You think you've got problems.'
    Poor Bonnie. Her latest love interest has given her the elbow. She never actually met him but they were e-mailing and phoning. Now he tells her he's just met someone he has a connection with.
    She's given up in despair. Thinks it's impossible to meet a man at our age.
    'Not only are we competing with other older single woman, we're also competing with younger ones. Men can still pick and choose'.
    At least I am only trying to get a part-time job not a man. Sod that for a game of soldiers. Fine, if a man turns up but I am not going looking.
    Told Bonnie how I've envisaged my future. Just me and loads of animals. At least two dogs and two cats, all living together, sharing a bed. I'll get up when I please, cook if I fancy it, eat Pringles if I don't, drink red wine, it'll be fabulous. I may even give up washing...
    'Ugh, I'm not visiting you then.
    Please yourself. Perhaps I'll also have a horse, a cow and some hens....
    Meanwhile, I am down to about £3.50 besides having two pieces of work, as yet unstarted, to hand in for tomorrow.

  • Jellied Eels

    Inspired by Menhir.
    I lived in London, on and off, over the years and then I eventually moved there, permanently, I thought (hollow laugh) when I was about 38. Nearly five years later, I met Ern. A genuine 'Cockney'. Brought up in Islington, when it was poor, but born in the Royal London Hospital (Whitechapel).
    So I went to all these 'East End' parties - even if some of them were held in Essex. And East End pubs on a Sunday morning. And what amazed me, that to an East Ender, a party is not a party, without loads of shellfish. Not just jellied eels, all the lot.
    'First time I've ever been to a real London party', I said, back then, as I tucked into my cockles, 'First time I've ever met real Londoners.'
    He just laughed 'Yeah, not a Paddy in sight, eh'.

  • Sisters

    A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea
    >>and
    >> >visiting with her Mother. As they talked about life, about
    >>marriage,
    >> >about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of
    >>adulthood,
    >> >the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and
    >>turned a
    >> >clear, sober glance upon her daughter.
    >> >
    >> >"Don't forget your Sisters," she
    advised, swirling the tea
    >>leaves to
    >> >the bottom of her glass. "They'll be more important as you get
    >>older.
    >> >No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you
    >>love
    >> >the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters.
    >> >Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with
    >>them."
    >> >
    >> >"Remember that 'Sisters' means ALL the women... your girlfriends,
    >>your
    >> >daughters, and all your other women relatives too. "You'll need
    >>other
    >>women.
    >> >
    >> >Women always do."
    >> >
    >> >What a funny piece of advice!' the young woman thought. Haven't
    >>I just
    >>
    >gotten married? Haven't I just joined the couple-world? I'm now
    >>a
    >> >married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup! Surely my husband
    >>and the
    >> >family we may start will be all I need to make my life
    >>worthwhile!'
    >> >
    >> >But she listened to her Mother. She kept contact with her
    >>Sisters and
    >> >made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one
    >>after
    >> >another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really
    >>knew
    >> >what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes
    >>and
    >> >their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her
    >>life.
    >> >
    >> >After more
    than 50 years of living in this world, here is what
    >>I've
    >> >learned:
    >> >
    >> >THIS SAYS IT ALL:
    >> >
    >> >Time passes.
    >> >Life happens.
    >> >Distance separates.
    >> >Children grow up.
    >> >Jobs come and go.
    >> >Love waxes and wanes.
    >> >Men don't do what they're supposed to do.
    >> >Hearts break.
    >> >Parents die.
    >> >Colleagues forget favors.
    >> >Careers end.
    >> >BUT..........
    >> >
    >> >Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles
    >>are
    >> >between you.
    >> >
    >> >
    >> >
    >> >A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can reach.
    >>
    >
    >> >When you have to walk that lonesome valley and you have to walk
    >>it by
    >> >yourself, the women in your life will be on the valley's rim,
    >>cheering
    >> >you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your
    >>behalf,
    >> >and waiting with open arms at the valley's end. Sometimes, they
    >>will
    >> >even break the rules and walk beside you...Or come in and carry
    >>you out.
    >> >
    >> >Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters, daughters-in-law,
    >>sisters,
    >> >sisters-in-law, Mothers, Grandmothers, aunties, nieces, cousins,
    >>and
    >> >extended family, all bless our life!
    >> >
    >> >The world wouldn't be the same without women,
    and neither would
    >>I.
    >> >When we
    >> >began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the
    >> >incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how
    >>much we
    >> >would need each other.
    >> >
    >> >Every day, we need each other still. Pass this on to all the
    >>women who
    >> >help make your life meaningful. I just did. Short and very
    >>sweet:
    >> >
    >> >There are more than twenty angels in this world. Ten are
    >>peacefully
    >> >sleeping on clouds. Nine are playing. And one is reading her
    >>email at this
    >>moment.

  • Nuvver Nicked Quiz

    YOU IS A ROMANTIC

    You life your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.
    Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.
    Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.
    Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do

  • Karma

    Satiety is from Latin satietas, from satis, "enough."

    Like what I don't have.
    So, yesterday, caught the bus into town. £2.40! Then had to buy envelopes so I could put my CV in one. Another £1.20 or something.
    Deposited CV. Was directed to a lady called 'Tilly'. 'She's about your age' the young bloke described her.
    Poor Tilly. She looked about 100 to me.
    !
    Done my best, that's all I can say. Whether or not I'll hear anything.
    Now down to £4. Owe Pete £350 for buying and fitting a new oven at Hackney house.
    Hung around town until I could catch free Uni bus back. Economy, should have practised it years ago. I only ever do it when I'm broke. A lesson to be learnt there.
    Lemonie, bless her, is sending me a cheque for £100. That's the second one she's sent me for that amount. I said, I'll pay her back. She says she's not bothered. She wants me to come to her daughter's 18th and besides, I took said daughter to New York, last year when I was in funds.
    What goes around comes around, I suppose.

  • Gainful Employment

    Today's word is crux.
    The crux of the matter is, I ain't got no dough.
    To that end, I am bringing my CV into a newsagent's who are advertising for week-end staff.
    Wish me luck

  • Useless Information

    Bucolic derives from Greek boukolikos, "rustic; pastoral," from boukolos, "a cowherd; a herdsman" from bous, "a cow; an ox."

    I've suscribed to Word of the Day on the Internet. I knew wot bucolic meant, I'm vaguely educated but - I did not know where it came from. Interesting because the Irish word for cow is 'Bo'. (I think that's how it's spelt.)

    I love stuff like this. On holiday with Ern, or any holiday in Greece, I start working out the Greek letters from the menu (while waiting for me Dolmades) and once you know their letters you can see how many words are like English (or vice-versa). This fascinates me but nobody else ever seems interested.

  • Presentation

    Had to do a Presentation today. Which I am so not good at. This one didn't go very well either.
    I'd put the work in and the actual stuff was good but I just cannot get it across. I would make a useless teacher.
    People say, but you act. Yeah, well, acting is completely different. So is stand-up comedy.
    Young Liverpudlian student was encouraging (before we got on to talking about ghosts). She said she's good at Presentations but she did loads of them at school. Practice makes perfect, she thinks.

  • Future Perfect

    Been mooching around a bit today.
    Done a bit of reading, I suppose. 'Beyond Stanislavski' by someone-or-other.
    God knows how but I found myself having a chat with the lady who organises Voluntary Work. Decided to do some. I mean, it's a joke, I should be doing a proper job.
    But, you know, I've had enough. Of jobs. I have been working in lousy jobs for years and what's the point.
    Yes, I know I'm broke, but it's in hand. I rang up BT today. Blast from the past but I do have 56 shares in BT from a previous incarnation as a telephone operator. They said send Head Office my new address and I might get some dividends owing without even having to sell the shares. How long will it take....?
    Back to voluntary work. Community Theatre. That, I have decided is what I will do and where I will work when my degree is finished. And if I do some work in that sort of thing, then it will be networking and advantageous. Apart from I might enjoy it and might meet people.
    Theatre-in-education, too. I might try and go somehow that way, I so do not fancy being a teacher but TIE, perhaps. And I am experienced in same.
    So, future sorted. Better mooch off home now and do a bit of studying or line-learning or something.

  • Of Interest to Isadora?

    This letter was recently sent by Tesco's Head Office to a customer in
    Oxford:

    (The very last one made me laugh most ...)

    Dear Mrs. Murray,

    While we thank you for your valued custom and use of the Tesco Loyalty
    Card, the Manager of our store in Banbury is considering banning you and
    Your family from shopping with us, unless your husband stops his antics.
    Below is a list of offences over the past few months all verified by our
    Surveillance cameras:

    1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's
    Trolleys when they weren't looking.

    2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute
    Intervals.

    3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to feminine
    Products aisle.

    4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone,
    "Code 3" in housewares..... and watched what happened.

    5. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

    6. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and
    Told Shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring sausages and a Calor
    Gas stove.

    7. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him, he
    Began to cry and asked, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"

    8. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a
    Mirror, Picked his nose, and ate it.

    9. November 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the
    Housewares aisle asked an assistant if he knew where the antidepressants
    Were.

    10. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the
    "Mission Impossible" theme.

    11. December 6: In the kitchenware aisle, practised the "Madonna look"
    Using different size funnels.

    12. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed, yelled
    "PICK ME!" "PICK ME!"

    13. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker,
    Assumed the foetal position and screamed "NO! NO! It's those voices again."

    And; last, but not least:

    14. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a
    While; then yelled, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here."

    Yours sincerely,

    Charles Brown

    Store Manager

  • Peggy Sue

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  • Till we meet again

    Work piling up again, so probably got to curtail blogging for a bit.

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