Jeremy...relax! You're on next. After the 4 Poofs!!

Hi Gang,

I've been a sick boy for the past few days and also in London being stage manager at the most bizarre and wonderful event. I had the plaeasure of helping my lovely friend Hen to work on a memorial for Mo Mowlam at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane last sunday eveneing. Obviously it required a full weekend in London; beginning at 4.30 on Saturday morning leaving for the airport. We arrived in London just after half 8 and it was 11.30 by the time we got to Annie's place in Clapham! Then it was straight out again to the other side of London and to Hen's house for H-BAM rehearsal (they were performing too) and then i crashed Hen and Mike's romantic saturday shopping trip to get Mike a new suit. Thank god i did! Mike had all these hideous silver (yes silver, not grey) suits on. I said... no! And then made him buy a fabulous tan velvet jacket in Zara, new converse and an AMAZING shirt in Paul Smith and wear it with his jeans. A suit is only good if you buy a proper tailored one.

Then on Saturday night we met up with 20 or so people for dinner in Brick Lane and then went to a very London (aka 'cool') club.

I felt, again, that i should take it easy and made Shane and Mik leave before midnight so we could get our Tube right back to the other side of the river.

Sunday began at 8am for me and a 45 mins sitting on some train in the middle of Vauxhall while they fixed some signal and then got to Covent Garden (where the theatre is) to begin the longest/ and most fabulous day of my life.

None of our performers were arriving until half 12, so when we arrived at 10 we waited while the technicians to finish setting up for us. We established a running order and schedule for arrivals. Then We assigned Hannah to greet all the guests and show them to their dressing rooms. The day was kind of a blur. We got everybody sound checked by 5.20 and the doors opened at 5.30 - although some of the speakers arrived during the show, a couple right before they were going on! Speakers included: Newscaster Alastair Stewart, Betty Boothroyd, Adam Ingram, Patrick Kielty, Michelle Collins, Mo's family, Chris Smith, Dawn French. Videos came from: Tony Blair, Bertie Ahern, Hilary Clinton, Robbie Williams and Rory Bremner. Performers included: H-BAM, Comedy Store (including Paul Merton), The Blockheads, Sinead Cusack, Jeremy Irons, Lulu, 4 Poofs and a Piano, an Opera singer and another singer called Mel Hammond.

The show was due to finish just after 8. It ended at 9.40!!! It went so well though and i thought i did a pretty good job. The actual 3 and a half hours of the show were the most difficult and there was only one mistake when Chris Smith was introduced instead of Sinead Cusack... I worked the whole thing out though. Triumpharama!

The party then continued at Quaglinos restaurant with champagne, wine and amazing canapes courtesy of the Labour Party (those socialists can sure do it right!)
We continued on into the night to a sleazy,skeezy club in Leicester Square and got home at 4.30am.

I was kindly woken by Annie at 9.30am and got up just after 10 - as we were meeting at 12 in Victoria to go for lunch with Fiona and Charlie - we went to our usual haunt, Mash, on Great Portland St and then i obviously had to visit Liberty and Gap. I bought some kerchiefs (surprise, surprise) and some gloves - i had about £300 worth of clothes in my hand, but i just put them down - i think i got buyer's remorse. But then the pretty Spanish shopboy flirted with me, so i had to buy something...

Then Annie, Fiona, Larry and myself faffed over to the V&A to see the Diane Arbus exhibition and also this other one about China - which was much more interesting. The Diane Arbus was superb, but her later stuff was a bit too weird - lots of pics of disabled people - which i heard one woman at the exhibition call "freaks". Nice. Very PC!

Then we jumped on the tube back to Victoria to meet up with most of H-BAM to go get our flight. Mike missed the flight though, apparently he fell asleep on the Tube! Poor guy!

Anyway, i must dash now and do some work. x

this is the blog next to mine... random!

http://thinkfoot.blogspot.com/

sorry folks...

Now i know its been ages since i'm brightened up all your days with my witty japes and jaunty outlook on life...

life is progressing at a massively slow pace, in that i seem to arrive in work at midday, leave for lunch at half past and come back at 5 to lock up... (is that bad?)

I am having much fun on a massive socialising bender for the past few weeks - does the word alcoholic have any meaning for me anymore...no!

Last night (Monday) was graduation for some lovely people from TCD - i remember when they all started college 4 years ago (i was in my 3rd year) and i dressed them all for the Fresher's Co-Op... some were more dressed than others. James Walmsley's crocheted cat-suit brings back particular happy memories (especially as he didn't wear very much underneath it!) Needless to say The Westin hotel was overrun with boys and girls in all their finery for graduation. I can't believe my lil bro will become a graduand in just one month's time! Man, i'm old. Obviously not really old, but old enough to feel old, really old.

Life is very much focused towards the coming weekend and a mass exodus from Dublin to London for Mo Mowlam's Memorial Service at Theatre Royal, Drury Lane. I am a complete manic and have agreed to stage manage the entire event! Now you might think this is some simple event and you'd be wrong! I will be stage managing such luminaries as Jeremy Irons and Sinead Cusack, Paul Merton, Patrick Kielty, Lulu, 4 Poofs and a Piano and of course H-BAM! It should be an amazing event and stay tuned to hear all the gossip... who's a bitch and who's a bigger bitch. If i'm not the biggest bitch then i won't be happy.

Woody Allen

I know people do think that Woody Allen is kind of weird... but this proves it.

Did you know that Mr Allen is both claustrophobic and Agoraphobic (something i wouldn't wish on anybody). As a reult he won't travel through tunnels, doesn't like the country after dark or showers with drains at the centre of the floor. He doesn't change his pants when he's working on something (only if he spills something really nauseating on them) and he has the same breakfast everyday... "skim milk with Cheerios, raisins, banana. I always cut the banana into seven slices. And i count them and recount them to make sure that there's seven." Weird

PS. his eldest son is also called Satchel. Like the bag.Weird

law lunch

Today i lunched with the highly sexy Alan Brady (husband-to-be of Louise White). Despite being highly sexy, Alan is also highly intelligent and taught me much about the injustice of the irish legal system - apparently rich people in suits get much better treatment then people who come to court in jeans/tracksuits and runners... i was shocked! They actually let people into a courthouse in jeans (or even worse...tracksuits)...how vile! As i always say, tracksuits were not made to be worn as daywear.. they are for the gym and the gym alone - not even for travelling to and from the gym (another outfit is needed for that).

I'm going to a ceili tonight (a fundraiser for maisie's director's option)... imagine me...at a ceili...
At least i have the outfit ready - i may look like an extra from Riverdance the Movie, but when my feet get moving, you'll be hard pressed to stop them... mainly because like one of those massive tanker ships, it takes me about 4 miles to slow down and stop...

I'm using alot of those ...'s - are they very annoying? I quite like them, its as though i'm alluding to saying something more, even though i'm not!

The winter weather has finally arrived in Dublin and i broke out my new overcoat today, introducing it to my daywear wardrobe (it has been in the evening collection for a week). Needless to say, i look fabulous!

As i was leaving the office of a colleague in Trinity the other day i happened to comment on a poster i saw advertising a TCD LGBT EGM (so many letters, so many queers - and who the hell ever heard of a T coming to TCD?!). Apparently they were having some crisis with their constitution, which was made clear to me after i had rather loudly asked a. whether or not there was a fisting crisis of some sort and b. why a crappy little society like the LGBT needs an EGM anyway (surely the one loner queer and his lesbian computer science friend could make the decision themselves?). Meanwhile, unbeknownst to myself, i was standing next to the Chair"person" of said society... subtelty thy name is Cian...

Number 1

Hi Folks!

Yes, it has begun. I've decided that the only way to really share my fabulous life is to create one of these bloggy thingys and make you read it and comment on it all the time!

Thanks to Joe, who made me look at his (and a little bit Conor (i don't like his website as much as these ones)).

I'm going to start properly tomorrow, but this is just the taster....

tasty huh?!