Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Begging Galway's Film Fleadh Through Gritted Teeth
Anyway, the Film Fleadh went great. Got filthified drunk on Friday night - drinking in the residents bar of the Radisson SAS Hotel even though, it goes without saying, neither of us had a room. Woke up the next morning and half ate the worst breakfast I have tested in an awful long time - Emmet compared it to a breakfast roll dumped onto a plate and that about sums it up. So essentially both of us were sick as dogs for the rest of the day. Went to a Film Board Open Forum for some insane reason and spent the whole time fighting waves of nausea. Every feint movement around me had me gritting my teeth and when the young lass next to me stuck up her hand to ask a question, she was very nearly answered with my breakfast.
Then it was onto the screening and I doubt either of us were very confident of making it through the whole thing - I would've been happy to make it through Building A House itself, nevermind any of the other films. Still I managed and it all went well. People laughed when they were supposed to laugh and that's about all I could ask for. After that we kicked off the evening with a free bar courtesy of the Film Board and we were all off again.
On a sidenote, we had to laugh when we stumbled on some of Bob Byrne's handiwork in the local tourist office.
7 Comments:
Stop bloody moaning Bif! You get a load of cash to make a cartoon, a free bar and loads of attention and all you can do is moan. Try getting a real job punk!
And on top of it all I have to listen to the likes of you...
And what exactly is your 'real job'?
I'm a plumber and sometimes I do a bit of plastering too. Why? Are you looking for some help on this new house you're building? Ha, bloody ha!
I wouldn't pay any attention to that fool, Bif. If he had any guts he wouldn't hide under that anonymous banner he flies. Only fools and cowards do that.
Bif, the whole charm about Galway is that it is so remote from the rest of the world, especially Dublin. A four and a half day bus journey sounds tough alright, you poor soul. Ever try an eight hour day?
Tried them, even did some twelve hour ones - didn't like them much.
What is it about Germany? Everytime you people go over there you seem to have nothing better to do than annoy me.
I suppose Bif, your site is a type of virtual umbilical cord to the homeland, and when we're abroad Bifsniff serves as a conduit for all the ambivilance of the Irish exile experience.
When we're at home we're safe and dry but always aware of the shortcomings of contemporary Irish society especially relative to mainland European culture and when we're abroad we like to indulge or sentimental attachment to the ould sod and all its inherent nuances.
By the way, Germany rocks!
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