In Bed with the Pope!

Who would have thought that the Pope had it so good? The Lord save us and bless us! I have just completed watching the first series of The Borgias. Starring the always excellent Jeromy Irons, The Borgias is a non-stop- sex-fueled joyride into the life of the occupants of the Vatican. The Pope has a very attractive ex-mistress … Continue reading

The Exile: Learning the True Nature of Mother Nature Part One

To the people who make promotional videos for Irish tourism, Ireland is a beautiful and tranquil land. Sheep, picturesque rural taverns, leprechauns, poets, ramblers and quaint monasteries abound, all seamlessly interwoven into the cloth of the natural environment. For me, it is something different. I do love my country of origin, although the words which follow may paint a contrary picture. … Continue reading

Next Stop Work Experience

One question and it has me in a bit of a quandary. How is one supposed to gain experience in the media when the vast majority of media internships out there demand previous media experience? This seems to me to be grossly unfair. I am trying. God knows, the independent film producers of London must … Continue reading

The Day The Music Died

I have a funny habit of only being capable of liking one person, place, object or work of art at any given time. I have no idea when or where this bizarre trait came about. I really wish I could change it. It’s a nightmare at parties. Conversations abound about all sorts of fascinating topics … Continue reading

The Poetry of Amber: Was it Christmas Eve You Came? Part 2

Christmas in Ireland is a troubling time. It’s the one time of the year where the petty squabbles of family dynamics are put to one side and replaced by an organised pretence of unity, harmony and well being. The birth of Jesus is celebrated by drinking far too much, eating to the point of explosion, … Continue reading

The Poetry of Amber: Between Stop and Go Part 1

I have a confession to make. I have difficulty understanding poetry. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. It’s just that I very often struggle to decipher it. Friends recommend poems. They lend me books. I open them. I read the verses. I recognise some clever metaphors and a beautiful turn of phrase here and … Continue reading

Sympathy, Machines and Mind Boggling Brilliance

I have just finished watching Adam Curtis’ stunning new documentary All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace. I use the term ‘documentary’ loosely. For me, his films are closer to visual poetry than any traditional documentary structure. More importantly, his films offer a release from the daily bombardment of quasi-voyeur-porn docu-soap outlay that amounts to factual … Continue reading

Other People’s Misery

Have you ever wondered why it is so easy to switch the TV channel when an image of distant suffering presents itself? Why is it that we, as human beings, have the capacity to ignore the plight of sufferers who we regard as different? To be honest, I had never really concerned myself too much … Continue reading

Britain Tremble: Something dreadful this way comes

Forget Myan and Evangelical prophesies of impending doom. Forget Nostradamus and all other such nonsense. A very real and far more terrifying prospect looms on the horizon. I am speaking about an invasion. This invasion is due to hit the BBC in the not too distant future. It’s name is Ryan Tubridy. For those of … Continue reading