As ye all know we’re just back from Scotland and had a ball – Nuala took this snap when the Society of Offal lads were replacing the Holy Haggis of Holyrood at the castle. A breeze came up out of nowhere and blew up one of the lad’s kilts. (Actually, Nuala has a portable fan and is just out of the frame…)
It’s official. We had to cancel our gig last Saturday night at Iontas Arts Centre due to fire! Now, what are the odds? Nuala wanted to do the show in the pavement outside the theatre instead but there were earthquake warnings…. But not to worry, we’re still on the road this weekend with two more gigs:
September 20th – Ramor Theatre, Cavan. Box office +353 (0)49 8547074. http://www.ramortheatre.com/
September 21st – Soundwaves Festival, Skerries, Ireland. http://skerriessoundwaves.com/hiya/nualas2014/
Come on down, fire or no fire!
This is just about how we felt this week after returning from Edinburgh Fringe Festival and our 27 night run of shows. Whew! Nuala just checked into rehab in Tallaght, other Nuala has finally been reunited with her family, who had no idea who she was when she showed up at the door, and other Nuala left this morning for a 10-day holiday in Electric Picnic…. Oh, sorry, that’s a 10-day holiday in Ibiza. We always get them confused.
Gigs recommencing on Sept. 13th, just click on our ‘Calendar’ page and get all the skinny on dates and places. We’re rarin’ to go and get back out on the road. Watch out Ireland, we’re fresh from our Edinburgh success and full of beans! Yi-hahhhhh and skilddle-dee-do, watch this space….
Fintan from our home village of Clumdangen arrived yesterday to visit us here at the festival. He came into the kitchen this morning wearing these yokes from Tom Ford. He said they’re a new design that provides maximum air circulation for the family jewels whilst sporting a stylish and masculine trouser design. There was always a rumor about the size of Fintan’s assets so we wonder if there’s not another reason for the roomy proportions of his pants….. find out more tonight!
Nuala left her straighteners on last night before we left for the show and the whole building went up like a matchstick. We had to spend the night at Studio 3 and found out that William Butler Cootie and all the Assembly staff party til the wee hours in our lecture hall when the bars close down in the Garden area. We haven’t slept in 48 hours and are feeling oddly excited and a slightly unusual. Why are we in Edinburgh again?….
We found this photo of 4-year old Red Headed Nuala amongst our papers yesterday. It all makes sense now; we understand where her need to lick things comes from and why she insists on having a vanilla sponge cake with cream filling on all our dressing room ryders (that’s the list of things we can’t live without in the dressing room). William Butler Cootie, the director of Assembly, gave in and has provided us with fresh cupcakes everyday but Nuala has to save the raspberry filled ones for him.
We went to this show today called ‘I Ate My Baby Because I Thought It Was a Hamburger’. It’s a new avant garde piece from the Scottish National Theatre that involves live haggis stuffing on stage, a whole pig being roasted on a spit, and Nicholas Parsons performing a Highland Fling in a very short kilt. The latter is slightly disturbing because Mr. Parsons almost fell over a couple of times but auld Nicholas was mighty delighted with himself at the end!