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It’s been a long time.

I’m over at talking about everything.The whole different blogs for different things was kinda getting on my nerves, besides I’m one person and why only see one side?

Hope to see you over  there.

An Open Letter

Update: 11.30 a.m. has been touch via email, apologising and offering another set of tickets and a House of Fraser voucher. I have to say they were very quick to respond.

Entered a competition. Won tickets from and House of Fraser’s fifth birthday in Dundrum.

Last Friday, I recieve an email  from the editor of

To collect your tickets

  • Your prize is for 2 tickets.
  • Tickets must be collected by 8.30pm in-store at House of Fraser, Dundrum Town Centre.
  • There will be a desk on LEVEL 3 in the home ware section where you give your full name to collect your tickets. Then make your way to Movies @ Dundrum for the screening at 9pm – don’t forget your 3d glasses! (which also can be bought at the cinema).


Enjoy eh? If only I could.

Turn up at House of Fraser, my name has an X and  my envelope with tickets has already been collected. Klara Golez is not a common name. Any randomer appears, no ID or anything. Maybe Facebook was a factor, if it was then I know misfortune will fall upon you.

So thank you,, thank you House of Fraser.

Especially for your incompetence.

Kind regards,


Hello World…Again

It’s been an awful long time hasn’t it?

I moved to Dublin in January to work for Bord Bia for six months as part of my college degree. A lot has happened to me so far but looking back on it now I guess its been a cool couple of months. But the cool things get entire paragraphs by themselves. 🙂

First of all when it was all icy in January, my goddamn room had no heating. Three layers of pyjamas was fun for a while but it turned for the better when Lexy trudged into town to give me an electric blanket. I flooded the kitchen twice trying to get the washer working and slipped for my sins, luckily enough housemates weren’t home at the time. Shower flooded apartment below twice. I went slightly nuts as I had no book to read and realised how much I love reading. After three weeks of main meals everyday in work, my jeans were *slightly* uncomfortable, which lead to a week of crackers, soup, apples and grapes.

Which in turn leads us up the weekend when I attended Crisis Communications hosted by the charming Damien Mulley from Mulley Communications, held at he Radisson Blu on Golden Lane. (Apologies for the late posting, as you’ll see, I’ve been an awfully busy chicken.) I misjudged the amount of time it would take for me to reach the city centre and ended up with a breakfast of chocolate bars but I managed to power-walk into town in twenty minutes. I digress, let’s get into the bones of the Crisis Comms day. Damien showed us examples of how companies reacted in crisis giving case studies of how problems should and should not be handled, especially when it means being kicked in the nuts by other online personalities.

One of the case studies was of given by Darragh Doyle and he explained and discussed the steps they took the previous Thursday when the initial hack of all their users login details occurred. The issue of blogger contact templates being more widely used by PR companies was broached. It seems when it comes to the traditional means of a PR sending out your crap with a ‘Dear <insert name here>’ out to a blogger is still happening. This is where I give you such permission to kick someone in the nuts. 🙂 Later on we discussed the tools and monitoring strategies we use to keep an eye on the web, ’cause you know it’s such a naughty little thing. One idea that firmly stuck with me is the thought of a Social Media Philosophy not a Social Media Policy, since a policy is governed by rules and what not but a philosophy is in murkier ground. 🙂 Also, I wish I took better notes, my writing is horrible and I need a decoder to read it. At the lunch break I ran to a wool shop and bought some roving and a spindle to see if I like spinning but I don’t. 🙂

Then I had chickenpox. If you know me really when, then you know I’ve a thing against live clucky chickens. Stayed in Dublin that week and had photosensitivity and fever symptoms. Also, bought my first game on Steam but I know I’ll never be a master with the directional buttons. That weekend, ATM card died, had no money for a week. Met up with an outdoorsy friend from college and walked on to Clontarf to Bull Island. If I thought the chickenpox hadn’t killed me, the five hour walk/hike almost did, especially when I’m not a very fit person. And then came another big event…

Marketplace 2010 was an event held by Bord Bia in Croke park this month. Nearly 400 buyers, around 150 Irish companies and Bord Bia staff which made the numbers close to the thousand mark and over 3,800 meetings took place. It was my first time at Croke Park and I was simply stunned by the size of it, especially the event ran the entire length of the pitch. I had to be at the stadium at 7.30 a.m. and was trying to flag a taxi but the kept passing me. I even crossed the road a couple of times to hail a cab but they kept going. Then a homeless bearded guy on a bike passed me and yelled, ‘Oh yeah baby, yeah! Keep shaking that ass baby, yeah!’ Let’s move swiftly on. My job was a meeting minder so I was the person of contact for eight companies to make sure everything ran smoothly. I was so proud of my little gold badge but it quickly faded as the day wore on my legs became bowlegged with the walking. The day was a great success but on Wednesday in work everyone was a bit subdued and I can vouch for the fact I was walking like a crab.

Last weekend went to see Wolfman instead of Ponyo. Very, very bad. Do not see. And it looks like I’ll miss Ponyo again today since it start in less that a half hour and I’m still in pyjamas. This week, I paid my part of the TV licence, joined the library, bought my very first track off iTunes recommended by Charles,  met up with outdoorsy friend for a hot chocolate and joined Xtravision. I rented Bones season 1 and on the last disc. So I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my time here so far, as I’ve probably already left to go to Xtravision and buy some groceries. 😀

New Media Project

One of our modules, ominously named Information Society 1, requires us to partake in a group project. The topics can range from the use of mobile phones, blogging, social networking, online gaming or instant messaging. Anyway back to the point.

Last week I was discussing the project with another girl in my course and it went something a little like this.

Me: “I have to make a start on that project.”

Her: “Eugh, I know, me too. Have your group picked a topic?”

Me: “Yeah, we’re gonna do Social Media. How about you?”

Her: “We’re doing Facebook, Bebo and all that stuff.”

Me: “Cool….” *mental cringe*

I failed to correct her.



Connect is a peer-mentoring initiative of UL’s Counselling service. Although it isn’t all about peer-mentorship, especially since there’s three years worth of trained Connect student but only fifteen students wanted to be connected this semester. They are involved with Mental Health Awareness week and are holding a “Beat The Blues” concert to highlight the importance of a person’s mental health.

A few weeks ago I decided to attend the weekend training session for students to become mentors for other students who feel that they’re lost in a sea of people on campus. Even though I initially had some doubt about attending and on the day I still had mixing feelings about going, I headed along anyway.

And I’m glad I did.

I met some really great people, ranging from a Postgraduate Research student studying bees, who is now my weekly Scrabble opponent and a Fourth year Applied Languages student who is now my Japanese language partner. So it seems even I though I went to the training session to help other students, it helped me meet other people I would have not otherwise had the chance to meet in normal everyday college.

Worst 24 Hours

I’ve had the worst twenty four hours of my life from 7.00 p.m. Wednesday 24th to the following day. Though they won’t be the last I’ll have before my flame is eventually snuffed out.

This year is my third or fourth year in being involved with the summer camp.  I’m a senior leader that is in charge of the buses and making sure that kids get to the right place as well as being a co-ordinator for the under ten’s group. That means not only do I have to look after children but I also gotta keep an eye on the junior leaders to make sure they are doing their job and not disappearing from an activity. Today is the end of the second week and I’m grateful that there’s only one more week left before I plan to retire permanently from the camp.

I’ve been having problems with a couple of the leaders either with completely disregarding me when I asked them to wear their seatbelt on several occasions and the other person commands very little respect from the campers and they easily bully this particular leader. Now, the first person for the event that happened on the Wednesday evening is a bit excessive but for the second leader, I would be more likely to suspect since I’ve had to reprimand them several times. The children in the group are not counted as I would only give out to them if they were doing something wrong and they would not be as creatively vindictive.

Wednesday evening after getting home, I ate my dinner with the usual gusto but afterwards decided I would eat some toffee I had in my camp rucksack all day. Couldn’t find any sweets floating around in my bag so I emptied everything onto the bed. Somebody had searched through my bag and eaten every sweet leaving only the large empty bag. Annoyed but not upset, as a similar incident had happened the previous year I was a leader.

My brother and I chatted about our day for a while even though I still had everything upended onto the bed. His sharp eyes caught onto my bottle of water that I had taken that day. I explained that I didn’t drink it since I bought a Sprite at the shop but I would take it tomorrow for the camp. Picking up the bottle, he held it to the light and said there was something wrong. The bottle contained a murky liquid which turned out to be toilet water as it had floating paper debris and the choking scent of bleach.

I would have taken the water with me on Thursday.

I would have drank some without looking at the bottle.

I would have had to get my stomach pumped due to the industrial bleach and chemicals.

Needless to say, I was quite upset and I rang one of the camp managers to tell them what had happened. The following morning, I was a bundle of nerves and I unconsciously spent an hour letting the entire incident spin around in my head. At noon, I left the house and the post had come and delivered a package I received from Celeste which considerably lifted my spirits.


I catch the bus before it heads to the first pick-up spot but instead of the usual 52-seater and 27-seater coaches, I ended up with three smaller buses and had to work out the best way for all children and leaders from each stop to be together on each of the buses. It was stress I really didn’t need.

I met the leader above me and the two managers to discuss the incident during the first activity. All of the leaders in my group were individually pulled in for questioning over the course of the day but as I expected, nobody knows anything.

I’m fed up with the camp and I was considering of packing it all up, with or without my wages but I’ll stick it out. It means I’m spending a chunk of money each day on buying crap food from the shop, so I know it hasn’t been tampered with. My initial enthusiasm for the camp has dwindled, I used to kill myself with exhaustion everyday but now I plan to be less athletic. I’ll never do the camp again especially when there’s psychopathic poisoning punks.

Feck ’em, I want my free BBQ next week and that’s what’s keeping me going at the moment.

Last Days of a Reluctant Tyrant

Last month, I had the pleasure of going to the infamous Abbey Theatre for the first time was undescribable, courtesy the Abbey inviting bloggers. I know a lot of the history of the Abbey in the ether of my mind as I wrote an essay and gave a presentation about it a few months ago, especially when decades ago the Abbey was expanding onto the former site of a morgue and discovered a body or two. The size of the theatre was quite intimate allowing the actors to break the fourth wall and connect to the audience much more so than other theatres where you may feel like a simple ticket number.

The play was ‘The Last Days of a Reluctant Tyrant‘ written by Tom Murphy which was simply fantastic, although this evening is the final performance. I had the preconceived notion that it would be something along the lines of ‘The Field’ and to some degree I was expecting it to feature a patriarchal figure rather than Arina (Maire Mullen), the diminutive woman with the moniker of a “tyrant”. It echoes of King Lear when Arina divides the land between her children but tries to keep a measure of power. Needless to say the empire she has forged from nothing and spent her entire life creating may easily crumble in the hands of a master  manipulator.

I knew when I heard the title of the Earl of Rochester’s poem ‘The Imperfect Enjoyment’ and the opening lines being bawled, I expected the characters to display lewd actions and they delivered. Although at the interval, someone said the scene was outrageous and almost pornographic, obviously they were unaware that the scene consisted of a literary poem.

The tenacity and defiance at the climax of ‘The Last Days of A Reluctant Tyrant’, caused tears to flow freely down my face, I didn’t even particularly cry in a pretty manner. 🙂 I’ve read the play several times since seeing it on stage but the climax never fails to evoke my emotions, especially in the final soliloquy. This play has earned its place in being my favourite and I’ll be definitely keeping an eye on other events at the Abbey Theatre.

Lexia has blogged about it too.

The Last Days of a Reluctant Tyrant by Tom Murphy from Abbey Theatre on Vimeo.