Going to the movies tonight in The Courthouse in Ennistymon, and I'm forcing the whole family to come too! The kids are not impressed but I know they'll enjoy it once we get there. The movie - Seaside Stories - was made by a local writer/film maker called Fergus Tighe - and was shot entirely on location around the Ennistymon/ Lahinch area. Most of the actors are local including the lead boy - 11 year old Fionn Burke. It's a full lenght movie - terrific achievemnet in itself and by all accounts it's really good. Full review to come.
Ireland | 2009 | 103mins | Beta | Colour
Locky McNamara is 11 and has been flourishing since his mother, Anna, gave up the drink three years ago. When Anna's old boyfriend Mick gets out of prison on good behavior, she falls back into her old ways of daytime drinking while Locky runs wild in the streets with his mate Callo. Meanwhile, Anna's daughter, Sally, arrives home determined to tell Locky that she is really his mother, a move which sets the scene for a scabrous and vengeful series of events which have massive ramifications for all involved. Producer Fergus Tighe Print Source email@example.com Website www.seasidestories.com
Friday, May 21, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
I went into the cutest shop in Clare last Friday - Crosbie's in Ennistymon and Suzanne gave me a bar of nougat as a gift ( she loved The Clever One apparently- so I have at least one fan in the big town!) Oh my God!!!! This isn't nougat - this is heaven and Glee and cute puppies and sunshine all in one delicious mouth watering bar. Mine was almond and orange and it was probably one of the nicest things I've ever eaten. And guess what - it's made in Limerick!!!! Should have known that. Here's the link to the website - try it - I promise you utter delight.http://www.pandorabell.ie/
I fell over a bramble in the burren on Saturday - very embarassing i must say. I fell over like a toddler would and had to work very hard at not crying - Jeez you men have it tough - there's nothing like a good bawl to make the pain go away. Anyway the thing about falling down in the burren is that you'll more than likely land on limestone - which I did. And it will more than likely hurt - which it did. And you'll be mortified in front of your friends Maire and Martin - which I was. We were in a place called Eagles Rock which is amazing - like a set from a western movie - very cool and full of legends. (Real legends - not the "Johnny down the pub - he 's a pure legend" types.)
I finally gave in and bought a 42 inch plasma tv with all the bells and whistles. If I could marry this tv I certainly would. Everytime I watch it in all its glory I want to kiss it and hug it.....
Maybe it was my head I bumped in the burren?
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
So the big news is that we had an earthquake last Thursday night in West Clare. It measured 2.6 on the Richter scale. We were sitting there watching the credits roll after an excellent episode of Wallander - the Swedish one of course - and there was this huge bang and then the house shook. Very scary. I thought that a truck had crashed into the house so sent the husband out to look for dead or dying bodies. Nothing. We went to bed but I couldn't let it go so sent him back out again into the pitch black night while I screamed instructions from my bed. Still nothing. It wasn't until the next morning that we discovered that it was an actual earthquake. So of course it's been the talk of the village since then. And the earthquake is growing in size and danger by the day.
For all of you waiting for placenta I must fess up - I bought you some and then used it all myself! That's what you lot get for not coming to visit!
The husband and the Beatles -mad teenage daughter are back from a trip to Liverpool - a magical mystery tour that they thoroughly enjoyed! The daughter paid homage to her heroes and her sister travelled up from London to join in. They loved it all and had the best battered sausage and chips in the world.
Off to France next month - on the ferry - now that'll be a laugh!
Posted by Helena at 3:13 PM
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
What a weekend - full of lowlights.
Connacht beaten on Friday night.
Leinster beaten on Saturday.
And then the painful one - Munster trashed on Sunday. Don't get me wrong - I can take losing but it's the manner of the loss. Munster threw it away, never got the basics right, headless and careless - don't get me started again.
And Gerry Ryan died, R.I.P. Love him or hate him he was embedded in our psyche. And there were things that I admired about him - he was always a bit of a rebel, bolshoi, larger than life. And come on - admit it - Lambo was genius!
I am trying really hard to find something positive to say about the weekend just gone.....want to leave you on a positive note....this is difficult...ok - Liverpool lost so making it tough for Man U to win the premiership - which is very negative also...roll on next weekend. Oh - there was a lovely sunset in Clahane so here's a pic to cheer you up.
Posted by Helena at 10:31 AM