Tuesday, April 28, 2009
From Galway to a college celebration - what craic;)
Last weekend I caught a pretty snazzy but packed train over to Galway to stay with my friend Aisling; who of all things lives next to a castle ruin. We went trekking through the paddocks around it and for my exploration I was rewarded a lovely deep cow pat underfoot, having been distracted by a manic swan having a fit on the lake. +( My poor cons are certainly on their way to heaven by now..
I was treated to an extreme weekend of 'the irish like to turn in late then get up and have lunch at 3pm', getting ample opportunity to sample Gaelic nightlife, and even getting an aussie song (Men at Work's 'land down under') played for my honour by Aisling's boyfriend's pub band. !
In the time we weren't up and out about, I found myself scrapping about on a spare guitar they had, and ended up being able to take one back with me *awesome* -so now my new project is teaching self to play it! Felt like a real indie musician carting it back on the train, with me, then waiting alongside it for the bus in the city. Hoping not too many people would notice the fact it only had 1 string ;)
Up to more current events; who says uni balls are not for au pairs? Thanks to host aunt working at the uni and generously deciding to do some ticket scouring, I scored tix to the '09 University College Dublin ball/ rock concert on friday!! Went and helped the student council guys set up in the morning, doing odd things like arranging fruit bowls in the artists' rooms (including S Club 7) and trying to make triangle formations out of coronas. Come the night and the grey clouds loom threateningly overhead. The whole venue is an open carpark, so when it starts to rain, typically irishly, the party rebells on, and my au pair friend Bianca and I give our best scoffs at the people seeking comfort in their hoodies as we let drenched-wet hair propel around us and threaten to take out any irish youth in our dance jam. Bring on the rainstorm!!
Monday, April 13, 2009
A rock'n roll Easter
So, Mum and I have been up north for a week, doing the whole road trip in a rent-a-car thing, this time with no snow and an aussie flag fluttering on top of the car instead to announce our arrival. I learnt my lesson big time last trip when I tried to blog it, so am sticking with a simple album for this one.
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The host family had been away at grandad's farm across the country so I've been house-sitting with the cousins' dog. She's a beautiful black fluffy something like a border collie and great with the kids. I decided to take her and me for a jog on the weekend. Seeing as Irish suburban backyards are so massive and all.. Once we're off on the streets runnig I start to notice all those 'You must clean up after your dog' signs that have become regular background viewing here. Of course I didnt have a dog up til now.. and now I have no pooper scooper, no bag, and definitely no will to actually do the scooping. So whenever poor cooped-up dog crouched on any patch of lawn, I would cringingly turn a blind eye and keep sprinting. Sorry dog, but I can't wait for you! I have no idea how many trails we left behind, but apparently the fines are something like 500 euros (a grand in dollars) if you're super unlucky - yikes!
Yesterday I was at an easter brunch (in Ireland, an organised brunch is regularly scheduled after midday) with the extended family, all pleasantly chatting away and being entertained by the toddlers' antics, when some lolling un-self-conscious singing starts up at irregular intervals. Everyone's exchanging baffled looks when a head pokes up over the ivy-laced wall, looking like a red-headed Bono and sounding like Bill Nighy. "Scuse me, scuse me," he says, "could i ask a question". He wants to 'borrow' a bottle of gin. "Scuse me, could i talk to the owner 'ere?" he says when the bottle has disappeared. "D'you mind if i join you all 'ere for a bit?" Well we all raise our eyebrows but this is all part of good craic it seems! "This is soo rock'n'roll!" One of the guests whispers. Over he comes unstably over the back fence, holding hostess's gin bottle in hand. My gawd he does remind me of Bill Nighy. The rock'n'roll swagger, the gawdy rings, the rolling accent. Someone explains to me that a member of the Irish band The Pogues lives next door, but no-one knows who the hell this guy is. Some random guest. He gets us to put on his Pogues cd he's carrying and casually sings along to the thumping old folk music now heaving from the living room inside. He keeps mentioning his Pogues buddy, who I gathered was still sleeping next door. This is so awesomely random. The kids and the dog didn't really think so though.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Hunt for the Musical Society..and the ones that didn't get in
This week after one au pairing afternoon of getting my hair brushed (or technically yanked) profusely and dressed up to be the bride Sophie off Mamma Mia, I trekked out to one of these societies that IS 1.5 hours away. What was I thinking... Was I thinking?! The call for chorus members of their just-starting-rehearsals Pirates of Penzance production was too magnetising. Just imagine! I would have got there earlier if for starters I had checked the map an turned down the right street.. then there was the DART train to way up the coast, then waiting to change DART trains, then DARTing a bit more, then walking to music hall, then going around and trying other entrance; all in all 1.5 hours. Oyoyoy!
Such a grand adventure though, and arriving at a warm jovial musical society who seemed quite overwhelmed that this girl had not only come from across the globe to the rehearsal, but an extra 1.5 hours north. Talk about deserved brownie points.
On a completely different note (now that was a very stubborn pun), when I left the house after lunch my ears were immediately bombarded with a very flat, very loud, rendition of Amazing Grace hollering out from what I could only guess was the next few doors down. It was clear, it was confident, and it was certainly sung with oomph. And suspicions of alcoholic consumption. I passed door after door and still it was up ahead. When I got to the corner I was amazed to find how far away the origin actually was. The large old man with even larger lungs was sitting at the bus stop, at the very end of the street and across the road, lolling placidly on his seat, belting out this anthem to the whole neighbourhood. The bus stop was right in front of a retirement home and he seemed suspiciously like a celebrating escapee of the place.
Maybe he's considering founding an Elderly Peoples Musical Society, and believes in active advertising.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Brendan Gleeson and the Black Smudge Wednesday
(O gawd I am reduced to non-mocha coffees for the next month)
Now not being a Catholic myself I wasn't really prepared for any of the rituals around it. So when the elderly lady at the girls' montessouri school came into the classroom this morning with a large black smudge all over her forehead I honestly and naturally thought she had had an early-morning battle with the car tyre, and was sympathetically drawn to telling her she had a little somthing right there on her face. Oh so glad I didn't..! Then when the middle-aged man I walked past on my way to the DART station had one too, for some reason it didn't yet click that maaybe car tyres weren't the culprits here. . It wasn't til a lady running past me at the same time as a dog-walker walking and they both were bedecked with the smudge, that a penny dropped. It was Ash Wednesday and I was in a bloomin Catholic nation!
So well done on the intellect there.
Then I added my own black smudge this evening. No, not to the forehead, but to the cooking pan. Somwwhere in the midst of cooking kids dinner and my own, I forgot to check the water steaming my vegies. It signalled its death by a slight burning smell and I found a stubborn little black bath ring around the pan. Meh. Kind of like last week when I stepped in my own Marmite drippings and successfully trod it throughout the house. Not the easiest thing to get off your con sole.
Now for some celebrity bites. Host mum and dad and I got tickets to the closing gala of the Dublin International Film Festival (lesson learnt: enter newspaper comps!), which was to show the compelling animation The Secret of Kells, with Brendan Gleeson as one of the main voices. A tad too many people in the foyer to get a decent clear photo, but there's him side-on on the red carpet! Was an awesome atmosphere to the place and wouldn't mind another one.
Just so happens the day before I had signed up at a movie extras registration/ photoshoot which may be carting the lucky of us all over Dublin county to be yelled at by some old artisty breed with pipe and tweed cap. Whatever happens. I have 11 months left here and am still pushing to opportunitise it all ;)
Friday, February 20, 2009
Let the journey BEGIN! Part 6
Even before the sun had woken up, the day was keen to show us what it could do, and when we looked out the window.. snow! The car had been covered in a full on layer of it too and I was teetering round it questioning the grip of my shoes.
This forboding-looking beaut of a stonework we came across in the morning wasn't going to let us in that easily.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Let the journey BEGIN! Part 5
Late morning we reached county Offaly and its monastery of Clonmacnoise. Across the road from the visitors' centre Clonmacnoise Castle sat teetering on the edge of its hill, and I really wished the property wasn't prohibited. :( Or maybe I should've gone for it anyway..
Friday, February 13, 2009
Let the journey BEGIN! Part 4
I was missing Brisbane a little yesterday, and the ease of familiar young company. It takes effort to be a full-time random!
With regards to recent au pairing, we had great success this week, with me having first experience of showering/ washing hair of the little girls. Shampoo + little girls usually = lots of screaming and tears. Somehow I convinved them that the shampoo was 'magic dust' though, and as long as they were covering the whole shower glass with the stuff, they seemed content to let me lather them up as well. Woohoo - Mary Poppins point!
Man, I'm looking forward to when the antics of 1st travel week are all blogged up and I don't have to keep confusing everyone with extreme date-skipping.
Friday, 23rd January: Limerick - Galway
Our early morn drive through Limerick with Grandad's courageous and go-for-it driving attitude. We missed our turnoff at the roundabout so were just starting to do a bit of a National Lampoon and go around it again, maybe not completely in the lines though.. . Then there come the 2 policeppl. 'Are yew aware of the traffic offairnses you're committin?' we got. Then comes the gush about being Australian and an innocent naivety about the roads. The policelady exclaims, and calls over her collegue. 'They're Australian!' Colleague happens to be an Irishman obsessed with Australia and has applied to work in the perth policeforce. Score!
After leaving Limerick in all its morning glory, we first stopped off at Bunratty Castle, with a theatrical murder of crows to greet us. Quick visit to the Blarney Wool Mills to end up picking some fragments of the Blarney Stone (well we can only believe). A little further on, more castles abound, including a particular stubborn snob of a horse who refused to respond to my equine paparrazzi attentions. Fine, filly.
One of the big sites of the day, albeit the whole trip, was a visit to the beautiful wild and raw Cliffs of Moher. This is real raw western Eire here, on the very brink of lashing Atlantic sea spirit. O MAN the WIND! Scarlett O'Hara would certainly be gone here. Check out the spray leaping up from the cliff base.
Too bad!, cos here we are at a castle I can't remember the name of, but with outstanding regal presence. I keep taking way too many photos, so if you think this is photographic overkill already, bear in mind this has been culled like 90%..
Arriving at the Cathair Chonaill stone fort (which was closed for the winter) we found this little bit of Irish optimism.
In Galway city! Wandering through the cobble-stoned mall feeling very cultured by influence. For dinner we went to Monroe's Tavern, where my Irish friend Aisling worked before the good old Brisbane Irish Club days. Great beef and guinness pie!