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Weekend Jorge
It seems like a new storm hits our shores every 30 seconds. Ciara, Dennis and now Jorge. Will it ever end? And whatever happened to storms e,f,g,h and i? The Non Stop Woman duly informed me that there had been a Storm Ellen knocking around recently. Looks like I missed it. Be all that as…
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Uma Valsa e Dois Amores
Yesterday morning kicked off just before 7 bells. Tea, scribbling pad, guitar. Some things in life are close to constant. The third piece of music that I am learning for my Grade 7 classical guitar exam is a little ditty entitled ‘Uma Valsa e Dois Amores’, composed by a certain Dilermando Reis who seemingly knocked…
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Mister Ethiopia
I first happened upon Mister Ethiopia when I signed up for voluntary service with Dublin Simon Community. We both started in the Shelter for homeless people on Ushers Island on the same evening, each of us agreeing to give up our Saturday nights on the town in favour of hanging out with some folk who…
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Return to drama, return to Drumcondra
It had been a few months since My Good Self and My Smashing Barrriers Mates had conquered the West End and Broadway with dazzling performances of our original play ‘Dead or Alive’. The offers of worldwide tours came flooding in. The solar system was our lobster. However , humble souls that we all are, we…
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Call of the piano
The ivories were getting dusty. Accusations of neglect were being levelled at My Good Self. The voices were getting louder and more frequent by the day. There was only one thing for it. A return to the piano. A few seasons back, when I first started playing piano, My Good Self was very much in…
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The left pinkie
The standard human hand has five fingers. The standard human being has two hands and ten fingers. My Good Self is full to the brim with interesting facts. What a lucky reader you are. In the world of right handed classical guitar playing nine of these ten fingers are in regular use. The right little…
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The good old days
A recent unexpected occurrence saw My Good Self briefly return to the role of carer. I earned my shekels for many years as a carer. They were the best of times. The good old days. It all began one day when I was perusing the letters page of my personal bible of that time, The…
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Sons de Carilhoes
My Good Self has no idea who Senor Carilhoes was. And I never met any of his sons. Be that as it may, ‘Sons de Carilhoes’ is the title of the second Grade 7 classical guitar piece that I am attempting to master. It was composed by a chap who went by the name of…
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Chess and ham salad sandwiches on brown bread
I had just finished my harmonica lesson with the Mouth Organ Maestro in The Great Music School of Ely Place. My Good Self is showing occasional signs of promise. I live in a state of constant hope. A pleasant chat with The Non Stop Woman, The Northsider, and her faithful four legged friend Mulan, followed.…
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My Dear Readers
Every scribbler needs an audience. It’s a two way street. Yes, I do accept that it is theoretically possible to scribble away to ones hearts content without any living being passing heed. Possible, but pretty pointless. So I must thank you once again, My Dear Reader, for your continued attention. Of late my musings and…
