All posts for the month December, 2008

Eamon who?

Published December 15, 2008 by Dorothy

As I scrolled through my contact list this morning I noticed unfamiliar names.

Who is Damien? I wondered. Who’s Stephen,and Eamon?Probably the musicians I met the other night at the pub…I can’t remember.Whoever they are,I hope we didn’t do anything more than talking music.Janeeey mac.I advise you,you who want to visit Ireland,go easy on the Guinness,that stuff can be nasty if you have more than seven pints.


M 😀


Dizzy nights out

Published December 14, 2008 by Dorothy

“..what ? the old bloke? with that ute? that yellow ute with that big roo bar? F**k me,I wish I was here to see the c**t! and what did the copper say?did he?…Did he…”

The guy was in the very last booth at the international call center.He had this longish beatles-ish hair,that polished look,that careless attitude,he had forgotten to close the door and everyone could hear his conversation.He just had to be Australian.

The words he used,the cursing like a sailor,his colored,warm,sunny accent reminded me: of the smell of grass at the footy oval;the perfumed shade under orange trees in Victoria;the taste of chips and gravy at the pub;  the sting in my mouth when there was too much Bundy rum in my Bundy and coke.Just his voice had drawn me in memories of Australia.

So when he walked past me to pay for his call,caught my eye and smiled,I had to talk to him.

“You Aussie?” I asked,even if I already knew he had to be.

“Yeaaahh…and you Aussie too?”

“Nearly” I said “I lived in Oz for a while”

“Oh bless ya mate! Where about where ya livin’?”


“What,that s**thole? You gotta live in Sydney,mate,that’s the place to be”

“Ah,nah,they’re bloody queer in Sydney,they watch NRL instead of watching proper AFL footy,coudn’t leave there.”

He chuckled loudly,said I was a pearler and invited me out for the night.We had a ball;we went into a pub and Josh (That’s his name) complained to the barmaid that they should have VB because it’s the best beer in the world;he resigned to have Carlsberg,I had Guinness. A few pints later,we decided the music was shite and that we wanted to hear some Creedence;Josh litterally bullied the band into playing Fortunate Son.

I met a couple of Irish guys who were traditional musicians;I expressed in a drunken way my interest for Irish music,and I declared I was a bit of a musician myself.But instead of saying that my biggest accomplishment in date was to have learned my finger charts on my tin whistle,I heavily hinted that I was a virtuose,yeah,I was like,the next Moya Brennan, humhum, forgetting to mention that I haven’t even started the Harp lessons yet,It’s for May.I don’t think they believed me,though.I think the fact that I was staggering,could hardly keep my eyes opened and at some stage,half collapsed on one of them seriously harmed my credibility.

All in all it was a fun night even if I’m still a bit embarrassed about it 😆

All the next day,I had a headache,that lasted till the following morning, and had to go through all the trip back home crook.

The following morning I walked in the kitchen only to find a gruesome scene of Gingerbread men body part scattered all over the ground;little Fairy was hidden in a corner,munching on an arm.She had obviously raided the press,and found the place where we hide the biscuits.

Haha, back home safely, at last!


Christmas time in Europe

Published December 12, 2008 by Dorothy

I’ve spent my last three Christmases in Australia,which is (in case you are rubbish at Geography) on the southern hemisphere,where all seasons are reversed.When it’s winter here,it’s summer there,and vice versa.I had grown used to sunny Christmases;I had grown to associate Santa with warm afternoon, with wearing  short and thongs,with the wishy washy taste of orange mister freeze in my mouth;with cruises on the warm river listening to some soothing Australian country music, barbecues in the backyard and sour Vodka and lime canned drinks kept in Eskys on a bed of  ice.

Now I have to get used to white Christmas again,people running to wherever they have to go,eager to get out of the freezing cold;woolen scarves,finger paralyzed by the cold,;seeing my breathe materialize in front of me,a small cloud of steam.It feels funny.

Anyway,Little Elf’s birthday went quite smooth,I handled it better than I would have expected. Not that I don’t like birthday but I’m never good when there’s a lot of people I don’t know around me: too shy.

Little Elf seemed to like his presents.Little Fairy loved the duckies and the stickers.

I’m hoping to go to the temple Bar TradFest in January.It is a festival of traditional Irish music and dancing,which will take place in Dublin’s Temple Bar (This is the part of Dublin where the nightlife is the most animated,where you can find all the best pubs) between the 28th of January and the 1st of February.There will be lots of performances by renown Irish musicians and even music and dancing workshops.So if you are around Dublin,this can be really interesting.

I’ll leave you to it,of course,with a little bit of music to ornament your day;

It’s A tune For Frankie,played on the Fiddle by Mairead ni Mhaonaigh.


…and don’t forget,stay tuned.

M xx

Little Elf’s birthday

Published December 6, 2008 by Dorothy

Dublin is drop dead gorgeous at christmas time;I would have shown you photos but the batteries in my dirty stinkin’ camera went flat when tried to take a picture.The day ends at about four thirty but contrary to many people,the short days in winter have never bothered or depressed me;I like nightime,especially around christmas,when all the streets are enluminated,when you can go home light up scented candles and stare out of the frothed window into the dark nothingness,making up stories ,inspired by these magical times.I like when night unfolds its dark coat embroidered with mysteries.Night triggers your imagination in a way nothing else can,,just think about these little kids thinking they see monsters coming out of their wardrobes,or the way,before you go to sleep,when you imagine your dreams come true.Or when,on a sleepless night,you overworry about things and let your imagination get carried away,and then when dawn comes,think:”How could I ever have thought that?”

Anyway,If I was in Dublin,it was to find little Elf’s birthday prezzie,and a little something for little Fairy too because I probably won’t be around for her next birthday.

So little Fairy is getting a game,it’s like,a duck pond and kids have to fish for the duckies,the first kid to get four duckies wins.It is destined to help her, not to awake her hunting instincts but to learn colors.Under each little duck is a color circle,each child is attributed a color and he can take the duck out of the pond only if it’s the right color.

Little Fairy’s is still learning colors,and her school teacher has given us a cardboard with color stickers on it; whe have to show it to little Fairy everyday and have her name the colors.
As soon as she sees you coming with the carboard she runs away.

“So what is that color Fairy?” you ask after fifteen minutes of chasing her around the huge house,when you have finally cornered the girl in the sitting room.

Fairy stares at the TV,you turn it off.

“I want to watch Peppa Pig!”

“Yes,after your homework I’ll turn the tV back on.Now what is that color,do you remember?”

“But Peppa Pig will be finished!”(it’s a DVD)

“No love,it won’t.What color?When you are finished you can watch Peppa Pig”

she sighs heavily,thinking “There’s no way I can get around this eejit with her colors” and say (Not looking at the sticker I’m pointing at (it’s red):


“No,It’s reeeeeed!” (silly enthousiastic tone,high pitched voice,trying to get Fairy to be excited by a couple of stickers on a cardboard)

“Reeeeeeed!” little Fairy says. “Now can I watch Peppa Pig?”

“No,not yet,in a few minutes…What is this color?” (It’s blue).

“Reeeeeed!”Little Fairy says,distracted by a car driving past the house,not looking at the sticker.

Sometimes it’s tough 😆 little Fairy is getting better all the time,though,in all fairness.
Anyway,hopefully,the duck pond will help.

And little Fairy is also getting a box loaded with tons of sticker,which I expect will be empty in two and a half minute,Fairy love her stickers soooo much.I only hope none will end on Daddy’s sports car (I can’t remember the brand at this moment;it’s not a Ferrari,but it’s something,famous and expensive,a Spaghettini or something) on the newly painted walls,or on the sofa in the good sitting room.

Little Elf is getting a book to learn his first words in Irish,it’s a gorgeous book and I could smuggle it in my bedroom when I need it 😆 (I’m learning Irish Gaelic too) of course it’s a baby book with loads of colors and fold out pictures and all.

And he is also getting a Peppa Pig soft toy,I was hesitating about this,wondering if it wasn’t too much of a girlie present and if I should buy him a muscle car instead but he loves Peppa Pig so much,so…

Anyway.I’ll leave you with the beautiful song from the sanctuary album performed by Nassau Royal and featuring Moya Brennan “Stars are made for the sky”.

Enjoy…and stay tuned!

M xxx

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