Cork..

Today is my last day in Cork. 
I’m just finishing a run of three plays that were put on as part of the New Directors Festival in The Granary Theatre.  It’s been a long six weeks.  I love Ireland, but only when it’s at an arm’s length.  I am dying to get back to London.  Among the highlights of my stay was when, on our first night of "Glassware", my scene partner & I got horribly confused with our lines.  Thankfully the piece was absurdist so our floundering and non sensical gibberish went unnoticed by the audience. 
Another interesting occasion was when I nipped in to use the toilet in McDonalds on Marlboro Street.  There was a scobe inside in the jax just waiting for an unsuspecting woman to enter for a tinkle.  I was she.  He had a good look over the top of the cubicle, God bless him.  I waited for him outside and confronted him.  He wasn’t the friendly type and it was an awkward encounter to say the least, so I let it go.  Maybe there is a need for a red light district in Cork.
There was another moment, a near death experience in one of the many spiral death traps that exist the length and breadth of Ireland, those are the roundabouts.  The roundabouts themselves are grand, it’s the lines painted in them where the problems seem to occur.  You have about five lanes starting off… then they bottleneck into about three lanes, and it’s a mad scramble for the diminishing lanes at almerciful speeds.  Road rage always ensues.  The county council are definately having the last laugh…
Anyway, here are a few of the many many pictures I took of my stay.