i've done something i'm not proud of, and have learned my lesson.
i went and saw puppetry of the penis.
one of troys mates saw it and said it was hilarious (why oh why didn't the alarm bells ring in my head?) troy kept talking about it saying 'aren't you curious about what it is?' he wore away at me during the edinburgh festival and finally i agreed.
when i suggested it as a fun night out to olly, she kept laughing nervously 'really, you really are serious about going to this'. and i had the rebellious face of someone suggesting something a little naughty like whats-your-problem-man, dont-be-a-prude. so a combination of bullying and curiousity got to her, and when i asked if i should get tickets for her and doug she laughed and said 'yeah...okay.'
so we got ready and went out, had a few drinks and i was getting merry and thinking 'cool, this is cool' when it hit me. we were lining up and i thought 'wha...? what am i doing here?' but by then it was too late.
it wasnt that it was totally devoid of humour. there is a sick and shocking element to it all that makes you laugh. but none of the 'installations' really looked like what they were supposed to. except maybe the brain, at a stretch. at one point they asked ' is it anyones birthday /hens night?' - and this poor girl who was celebrating her 18th birthday was dragged onto stage to hold this guys leg as... lets just say it was disturbing and i dont think she was drunk enough to enjoy it. but after the 5 minutes of actual material, you were suddenly staring down the remaining 55 minutes of lame wooden dialogue, and a couple of dudes playing with their doodles. and the knowledge that you paid for it. according to troy i had this horrfied look on my face the whole time.
as we walked out of the theatre feeling a little ill, our innocence a little shattered, it was awkwardly quiet. we all knew what we thought of the 'performance'.
so doug said 'thanks erin.'
you're welcome...
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
pretty ireland
Edinburgh
At the moment we're staying with an old friend from school, Olly. Its good.
Amateur travelers that we are, we were worn out from too much sightseeing and moving around after three short weeks in Ireland, so its been good to have a real bed and stay put for a while. And it helps that the place we're in is huge and gorgeous. Olly and Doug get to 'housesit' this place. They've been doing it for 5 years apparently cos the dude, a family friend of Dougs, lives in London and just comes up here a few times a year. He must be loaded cos its a gorgeous high ceilinged poshly decorated apartment in the city center.
So we've been drinking wine and taking in a few shows at the Edinburgh festival. Oh so civilized.
Edinburgh is grand, to use the local vernacular. I can see how all my old school buds have been drawn to it, its got castles and mountains and beautiful architecture, all in a fairly compact city. But at the risk of sounding repetitive, its friggin freezing here! Its 'summer' and I wish I had my big thick coat cos there's this icy wind. For that reason I think Edinburgh will just remain a place I will enjoy visiting. And the festival is quite overwhelming but once you take the plunge and start going to stuff, its hard to stop. Troy and I did a day of sampling free comedy, which was , eh, worth it. There were a few laughs to be had, but the same lame comedian appeared in the 3 shows we saw, doing the same routine word for word. We've taken to paying for shows now and its been good. Saw a guy called Stephen Grant do some comedy about being pedantic, which I appreciated. And Troy and I went to this play yesterday, clean alternatives, which was just brilliant, and another one, less brilliant but also good, by Jane Bussman. And we're going to 2 more tomorrow and to see Michael Franti on Wednesday before we head off to explore the rest of Scotland. Yay!
Amateur travelers that we are, we were worn out from too much sightseeing and moving around after three short weeks in Ireland, so its been good to have a real bed and stay put for a while. And it helps that the place we're in is huge and gorgeous. Olly and Doug get to 'housesit' this place. They've been doing it for 5 years apparently cos the dude, a family friend of Dougs, lives in London and just comes up here a few times a year. He must be loaded cos its a gorgeous high ceilinged poshly decorated apartment in the city center.
So we've been drinking wine and taking in a few shows at the Edinburgh festival. Oh so civilized.
Edinburgh is grand, to use the local vernacular. I can see how all my old school buds have been drawn to it, its got castles and mountains and beautiful architecture, all in a fairly compact city. But at the risk of sounding repetitive, its friggin freezing here! Its 'summer' and I wish I had my big thick coat cos there's this icy wind. For that reason I think Edinburgh will just remain a place I will enjoy visiting. And the festival is quite overwhelming but once you take the plunge and start going to stuff, its hard to stop. Troy and I did a day of sampling free comedy, which was , eh, worth it. There were a few laughs to be had, but the same lame comedian appeared in the 3 shows we saw, doing the same routine word for word. We've taken to paying for shows now and its been good. Saw a guy called Stephen Grant do some comedy about being pedantic, which I appreciated. And Troy and I went to this play yesterday, clean alternatives, which was just brilliant, and another one, less brilliant but also good, by Jane Bussman. And we're going to 2 more tomorrow and to see Michael Franti on Wednesday before we head off to explore the rest of Scotland. Yay!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
its a long way to tipperary
yo.
well when do erin and troy decide to rock up to galway? in bloody galway race week. outside the doors of this internet cafe thousands of women in frocks and hats are stmbling down the cobblestone street in their high heels, and the main street is one big beer garden. its kinda fun with all the atmosphere but i feel so damn underdressed. me and all the other backpackers who just happen to be here now and are walking around going - what the? we stumbled out of our tent out in salthill this morning, as other campers stumbled out of theirs - only they were wearing suits.
dublin was...interesting. after being spoiled with our privacy and independence when we had the hire car, we had a rude introduction to hostel life. the first night we were there some tragic australian girl stumbled in with some french dude, and she proceeded to vomit on the hostel room floor. and left it there. i demanded, then coaxed her into cleaning it up so the rest of the dorm guests wouldnt step in it as they came home. so she sorted it. then about an hour after passing out, her and the frenchie decide to go at it on the bunk underneath me. FUN. i escaped to troys bed then returned to mine when the shenanigans were over. took a while, damn frenchie had too much stamina. meanwhile some english girls in the dorm were just swapping between being horrified and giggling, and the drunk aussie's friend hid in the corner of the room. so it ended and i returned to my bed, only to have them start up again, to which i, getting narky at this stage said if you two start up again i will strangle you both. i would like to SLEEP! unfortunatley they took no notice so i just put the earplugs in and swapped to a different bunk.
fucken australians i tell you what.
but otherwise dublin was cool, and i'm getting a real sense of irish history, its bloody fascinating and i have a real urge to rediscover my roots. troy and i saw a new ken loach film about ireland post the 1916 uprising and the war with the british, then the brief civil war over the treaty. the wind in the barley. typical ken loach - fascinating and awesome film but depressing as all hell. but i recommend it. has one of those land and freedom-esqe scenes with a debate about the future of the struggle etc. etc.
well when do erin and troy decide to rock up to galway? in bloody galway race week. outside the doors of this internet cafe thousands of women in frocks and hats are stmbling down the cobblestone street in their high heels, and the main street is one big beer garden. its kinda fun with all the atmosphere but i feel so damn underdressed. me and all the other backpackers who just happen to be here now and are walking around going - what the? we stumbled out of our tent out in salthill this morning, as other campers stumbled out of theirs - only they were wearing suits.
dublin was...interesting. after being spoiled with our privacy and independence when we had the hire car, we had a rude introduction to hostel life. the first night we were there some tragic australian girl stumbled in with some french dude, and she proceeded to vomit on the hostel room floor. and left it there. i demanded, then coaxed her into cleaning it up so the rest of the dorm guests wouldnt step in it as they came home. so she sorted it. then about an hour after passing out, her and the frenchie decide to go at it on the bunk underneath me. FUN. i escaped to troys bed then returned to mine when the shenanigans were over. took a while, damn frenchie had too much stamina. meanwhile some english girls in the dorm were just swapping between being horrified and giggling, and the drunk aussie's friend hid in the corner of the room. so it ended and i returned to my bed, only to have them start up again, to which i, getting narky at this stage said if you two start up again i will strangle you both. i would like to SLEEP! unfortunatley they took no notice so i just put the earplugs in and swapped to a different bunk.
fucken australians i tell you what.
but otherwise dublin was cool, and i'm getting a real sense of irish history, its bloody fascinating and i have a real urge to rediscover my roots. troy and i saw a new ken loach film about ireland post the 1916 uprising and the war with the british, then the brief civil war over the treaty. the wind in the barley. typical ken loach - fascinating and awesome film but depressing as all hell. but i recommend it. has one of those land and freedom-esqe scenes with a debate about the future of the struggle etc. etc.
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