Pat Burke 🇺🇦
@patburke
Music, theatre, movies, that sort of thing. I’ll try not to be intemperate. Really.
I suppose, given that it’s three hours long without an intermission, it might be wise to limit myself to just the one gin and tonic before The Odyssey?
The state of the kid’s football boots. Talk about summer days well spent.
Look at this beautiful beast of a thing (cc @tomasjmurray.bsky.social). (Also a reminder that if you’re buying books online in Ireland, you won’t go wrong with @kennysbookshop.bsky.social.)
Waiting for The Cure. (Could really have done with this weather for David Byrne…)
A rum and ginger ale while listening to Harry Nilsson and watching this sky. Happy solstice, everyone.
I’m told I’m being allowed to win at this game because it’s Father’s Day.
This was as good as the weather got at David Byrne. The last time I was this soaked was after an ill advised trip to Skellig Michael in a Force 7 gale when I was 12. No matter. He was amazing.
I saw it at the same age, and was mesmerised by it. Hadn’t a clue what was going on. Last Christmas, my daughter and my nephew (both six) stumbled upon it in my mother’s house and had the exact same reaction. I couldn’t believe it.
Ever since Normal People, you just don’t know what you’re going to walk into on this campus on any given day.
Left wing parties contemplating somehow riding a wave of clearly right wing populism to power.
The view is, mercifully, less exciting than that. Curtain up shortly. First of two shows today.
The first time I saw Close Encounters of the Third Kind, I was six. I had no idea what was happening, but I was riveted. Now my nephew has stumbled upon it, completely independently, and he and my daughter are watching it. It’s the last thing I would have expected either of them to be interested in.
High time I got around to watching this. @tomasjmurray.bsky.social has never steered me wrong, so I have a good feeling about it. (And an essay by the marvellous @christinalefou.bsky.social to read as well.)