Quote of the Week #40 (FORTY?!)

The curtains opened to our biggest crowd yet, before the lights had even come up; myself (Rentboy), Ken McGuire (Tommy), Stephen Colfer (Spud) and John Morton (Sickboy) perched ourselves at the front of the stage in the dark, the opening music began and suddenly people began clapping and screaming, within seconds it had spread throughout the crowd, you could feel the energy in the theatre, we whispered to each other in shock on-stage, the lights came up and revealing the awesome set with four iconic characters bobbing their heads to ‘Blue Monday’, the crowd erupted. There you have it, the moment that myself and John Morton now call one of the greatest moments, ever! The even more amazing thing was, that this moment lasted nearly two hours, and when we finally took to the stage for the curtain call I was completely blown away as I watched audience members jumping to their feet. The ripple spread and we were standing on-stage staring out at a standing ovation. No words come to mind to describe this. It is a sight and feeling I will never forget yet never manage to put into words. Again followed by; hugs, stunned smiles, countless hand-shakes, pats on the back, praise (and rumour has it that we went to Morrissons but it was full of scum so we went to Anna Condas instead.)


Ross Costigan

WTF - Fads and Trends

So Bronagh over at Unearthing Runway wrote a post a while back on the idea of trends in fashion, using the example of those little bandana thingies Cher Lloyd wears that I see everyone wearing now. You know, like this:

The head on her! But anyway.

In the post, Bronagh says... 'So many people stick up their noses at trends, and that's understandable, not wanting to look the same and everything. But isn't it kind of silly to not wear something you like just because someone else is wearing it, When the item is as small as a hairband I think it is. Besides, not allowing yourself to wear something because it is "In" defeats the whole individuality idea behind the rule.' Obviously, I can't answer for everyone in the world who does this, but I can answer on behalf of myself! And here is my defence:

Cher Lloyd's little raggy things is the Must Have Trend (or was. I'm not entirely sure...) But you don't really need to buy this, for €5 or whatever they're selling it for. You really don't. Because you already have something like this in your house. You may need to root around a bit, but it's there. And, when you find it, you can wear it anytime you like. For a while there (and possibly in the future) Cher Lloyd was on everyone's lips, and influenced fashion in the British Isles for a little while. But why should I wear the little bandana thing JUST BECAUSE Cher is wearing it for a week or two? She's wearing it. Doesn't mean I have to. Besides, I just cut my hair again, and I look like a Beatle. It's not really that versatile, but hey, it worked on Paul. But I digress.

Teenagers are quite contrary in the fact that they want to stand out from the crowd, but still look like everyone else. You can wear this bandana any time you like. You can wear anything at anytime you like (well, within reason of course). Besides, it's a terrible rip-off.

You know what? You should all read Unearthing Runway. Bronagh knows what she's talking about when she comes to fashion, which is more than I can say for me. And she's just so enthusiastic, which is lovely in these times of dull, sarcastic bloggers.

Let's read Unearthing Runway,
Let's read Unearthing Runway,
Let's read Unearthing Runwaaaaaaaaaay...
But Apostrophe rules!


Never forget that, my children.

Eleanor Roscuro

Quote of the Week #39

Theatre: it beats any meat injection, it beats any fucking cock in the world. Wait… hold on… eh… ah, fuck it. It does.

John Morton

When I was seven years old, I went to my friend's birthday party. It was the first week of the summer holidays, and this was one of the last summers in Ireland where it was ACTUALLY HOT. Remember those? Anyway, so everyone was outside, all these little kids, including me, being seven and obscenely cute. And there was a trampoline. (You can probably see where this is going...) The trampoline was really big, and had no net. (That fact is important. Pay attention!) So around three hours into the party, I was bouncing on the trampoline with my friend Liam, and I jumped on one leg, and then he did a really big jump and sent me flying up, up into the air... And of course, I came back down. And my right leg, my right leg that I was jumping on, smacked against one of those thick, iron bars that holds the trampoline up. And there was a BONG and a CRACK. And I started to cry, because I was seven, and my leg hurt, and I couldn't move it, and there were all these people staring, and I was bewildered by everything, and I just kept crying, and then my mum came rushing in and lifted me up and I was carried to the car and my brother kept poking my leg and it hurt and I kept crying and the Caredoc wasn't open so we went to Casualty and once we checked in I stopped crying but we had to wait hours to see Doctor who would make my leg better and I kept saying I hope my leg's not broken because I had heard about people's legs that were broken like my cousin Eimear who was much older than me she was seventeen and then I was on a table and my leg looked funny and Doctor said that my leg was broken just below the knee but for some reason I didn't mind and it wasn't terrible news and then they put this very heavy sickly white cast on my leg and gave me some silver crutches which finally scared me because my leg was now broken and I would have to walk in crutches for the rest of the summer holidays and Doctor said Go to the hospital in Waterford on Monday and Nurse said All the kids we get in with injuries from trampolines tut tut tut but it wasn't even my trampoline and I thought she was being very unfair to me none of it was my fault.

I was thinking about this in bed today. I was home sick. And a few minutes ago after typing that I asked my mother what that day was like for her and she said that she had no idea what was happening because I wasn't good at communicating (which I can confirm), and that the doctor in Waterford on Monday was a horrible doctor because he said to her that the worst case scenario was that my leg wouldn't grow, and I would have to do physiotherapy every day and I would have to get implants in my knee, and then he left because he was horrible. I didn't remember any of that. The day after I broke my leg, a friend of my mother, who worked as an usher in the Watergate Theatre and who was friends with the costume lady got me the wheelchair that the actors used on stage and I used that for six weeks, with an old floorboard. I'd love to see that wheelchair on stage, purely for sentimental reasons. I wonder if it is still being used... I hope it is.

The day I got my cast off, my mother took me and my brother to Tramore, and we paddled in the rockpools. I couldn't move my leg, so I just dragged it around I suppose, and kids stared at me like I was disabled or stupid. Seven years later, I saw a man almost drown there, but I've already told you that story. I'm tired now.

Quote of The Week #38

I’m fascinated by the way the contemporary world has constructed this manic pixie dream girl (to use a term coined by Nathan Rabin) who flutters into the lives of men and changes them forever with her moodiness and mystery. This idea has become the kind of female Edward Cullen, and I am of course drawn to it myself but also really troubled by it, because I think it’s just a new kind of objectification of women. So I think I wrote about that in Paper Towns not because I saw it in my own life but because I saw it in my first novel, Looking for Alaska, and because in the years after writing that story, I became more and more troubled by the book’s failure to point out that, like, the idea of the manic pixie dream girl is not just a lie but a dangerous one that does disservice both to the person doing the imagining and the person being imagined.

John Green.

Quote of the Week #37

omgomgomgomg don't you ever to that to me again, Eleanor, you scared me half to death. With you off gallavanting with your hip friends changing your url and me sitting at home worrying you had deleted your blog. I WILL NOT BE THIS EASY ON YOU NEXT TIME.

Ace-of-Aoife

I Am Truly Pathetic.

So last night I was thinking about the Apostrophe Rules up there.

And I realised that if I squint my eyes a bit, all I can see are 'WILL NOT!!'s and 'MUST TRY!!' and 'STOP!!' and that isn't fun.

So that's the end of that then. The only rule I really need is to have no rules. People ask you 'What advice would you give to yourself five years younger?' or something like that, and my answer would be 'Follow your instincts' so five year old me will do the same things and make the same mistakes as me now, because, even though there have been bad times, I wouldn't change any of that. And I'm not going to let some 'rules' control me, or my future.

I lasted four days. FOUR DAYS...

*headdesk*

Quote Of The Week #36

Father Ted - You know what I'd love about being famous? People listen to you, they listen to what you have to say. And I have a lot to say.
Father Dougal - What about when you're doing your sermons Ted, people listen to you then don't they?
Father Ted - Ah no, Dougal, I mean people I respect.

Father Ted Crilly and Father Dougal McGuire, Father Ted: A Christmassy Special