Now we’re getting ready to go the Electric Picnic in Laois. I can hardly stand it or wait.
Only four Pigs from the Pig Executives are on the bill over the weekend. We’ll be reading for an hour each day, Saturday and Sunday at 12noon in the Theatre/Spoken Word Tent.
The other pigs are having their monthly meeting in the Glen’s Centre in Manor Hamilton. HAH HAH HAH-suckers……
I really shouldn’t be like that… the monthly meeting are terrific. Plus I hate camping. Its just that……… .. its a free ticket in and we get to read out stuff!!! ..hehehe HAHAHA-suckers………………….
So Flat lake was a screaming success as already printed and just to back up those glittering reviews ( okay, THAT glittering review,, there could be more , I just haven’t found them yet)…. Here’s a few pictures taken by one of the members’ of Dermot Healy’s Sligo writers, Dessie McFadden.
Some Flatlake Pigs.
Standing – none other than The Anti-Pig
Sitting with a can of Guinness, our own Prima Bamh
Crouching with shades on, and Heineken in hand- Whee, Whee, Whee, All the Way Home
Squinting into the sun- The Anti Pig’s Hog- Stand-in Pig. And didn’t he do a great job of standing in when we needed him. Oink oink well done. Stand-in Pig wasn’t his name of choice, but I have memory lapses… ask anybody..
Pigs on Stage.
We decided to have a read-through of a play that Conor Mac and I wrote for the Kiltubrid parish earlier in the winter. So here we are on stage just before the reading began. The one person that wasn’t in the shot was Dermot Healy who was standing just out of frame beside that little pig in the black cowboy hat.
To the left, grinning, is Kamikaze Pig on the other side of me, is Mucky Pig.
The Anti Pig, her hog and Prima have already been introduced.
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Now on a Written Word Weekend and Ukulele note… there was a mix up in the stars for sure last Friday night, when the Written Word Weekend held the first Last Friday of each Month, Gathering of Writers to Read their Stuff.
Honestly, we didn’t think anyone would come…Truthfully we hoped no one would come… and Shamefully, we forgot to tell the pub we were going to read in their pub. All of this because, I double booked to play at a Ukulele Hooley in Club F as well.
Wouldn’t you know it, hoards of people attended the Written Word Weekend First Friday of each Month, Gathering of Writers to Read their Stuff. And virtually nobody came to the Ukulele Hooley- even though it had some of the best players/songwriters the country has to offer.
I got to stop being surprized.
Still, we had fun and made the most of the evening.
Thanks to the couple from Longford that made the journey and Sinead from up the mountain and German George and Sally and Dee who spent most the night in their car , putting back beverages and were in fine from when the concert actually started. And to the Medevil couple and their friend. I think thats all who turned up….
Tough crowd.
Good voices on them though.
Summers nearly over. We just do this Electric Picnic thing and boom. Whole new change happens. We’re into the Fall. And that means..rain….never mind.
Cheers my dears
thank you for clicking on
always eileen
