What a fun Bloomsday this is turning out to be. I am spending the evening in the studios of WBAI performing Ulysses live on air. There’s nothing like the rush of a live performance to exercise your acting chops.
Entrance to WBAI studios before this evening’s Bloomsday performance.
Hope you’re all having a Joyce-filled Bloomsday.
xxx Ailsa
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Hi there! I’m Ailsa Prideaux-Mooney. I’ve lived in many places, and travelled to many more. I had a lot of fun getting there and being there, wherever there happened to be at the time. I climbed a castle wall in Czesky Krumlov, abseiled down cliffs to go caving in the west of Ireland, slept on the beach in Paros, got chased by a swarm of bees in Vourvourou (ok that wasn’t fun, but it was exciting), learned flower arranging in Tokyo, found myself in the middle of a riot in Seoul, learned to snowboard in Salzburg, got lost in a labyrinth in Budapest and had my ice cream stolen by a gull in Cornwall.
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Wonderful! 🙂
It was a lot of fun, Sunshine 🙂
Wonderful! I was going to post something in honor of Bloomsday, but didn’t have quite the right photo…
I didn’t get to see any of the other Bloomsday stuff happening around the city, did you? xxx Ailsa
There were a few things mentioned on Facebook, mostly, as you might expect, pub-centered happenings 🙂
But of course!
How wonderful!
It really was, Madhu, I am a huge fan of James Joyce and it was such a joy to read his words aloud.
James Joyce you fabulousnasty man…Happy Day!
Amy, that is my new favourite non-word, fabulousnasty. I am going to find a way to use it in conversation this week!
I had some devilled kidneys in Fitzgerald’s of Sandycove on Bloomsday, they do a great show out there. Joyce used to sup there when he stayed in the Martello Tower with his friends. It wasn’t Fitzgerald’s then, it was just a tiny country pub. Sandycove would have been considered to be out in the country to Dubliners at that time.
I haven’t been to Sandycove in ages, pretty great place to celebrate Bloomsday. Next time I’m back in Ireland I’m definitely revisiting Joyce’s haunts. I might give the devilled kidneys a miss though! 🙂
Great Photo! ✿♡✿Happy Father’s Day!
Thanks 🙂
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I wanted to create and post a photograph of stately plump Buck Mulligan coming from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. But by the time I’d found a mirror let alone a bowl of lather and a straight razor and a plausible Buck Mulligan —
Bloomsday was over.
Glad you were there filling in the gaps.
I for one would love to see that photo, Touch – if you start now, you might have it for next Bloomsday 😉
That is so cool!
Thanks Amy, it was a pretty great thing to be a part of. It was broadcast live in NY and on a 3 hour delay in LA. Fun stuff. 🙂
Thank you for sharing your joy!