Wilde Theatre - by Neil Titley
Performance and News
The Croppy Boy THE THOMAS MOORE TAVERN, WEXFORD – PART ONE The morning sunlight played on the River Suir as I walked over Waterford bridge. It was too pleasant a day to justify the abandonment of hitch-hiking, so I set […]
T and H DOOLAN’S BAR, WATERFORD The bus arrived in Waterford an hour later and descended the steep hill through the town to the wide bridge across the River Suir. It was surprising to find just how large Irish rivers […]
THE BEAN A LIANNA BAR, DUNGARVAN – PART TWO DAY TWENTY-TWO: SATURDAY Woke at 8 30 in the morning – a really good night’s sleep for once. Made tea, stretched out on the grass and read a book. Lazily constructed […]
THE BEAN A LIANNA BAR, DUNGARVAN – PART ONE DAY TWENTY-ONE: FRIDAY “The eleven forty bus to Wexford will be leaving from number seven platform in three minutes. It will be stopping at Youghal, Dungarvan and Waterford.” The stroll into […]
T Cobh memorial to emigration, Cork THE PINE LODGE HOTEL, CROSSHAVEN – PART TWO DAY TWENTY: THURSDAY Woken at seven am by the sound of the Dutchman departing for work. Leaving the others still sleeping, I went down to the […]
The De Barra pub, Clonakilty, Co Cork THE PINE LODGE HOTEL, CROSSHAVEN – PART ONE The first lift came from a German couple who spoke no English. There was an attempt at conversation in sign language and diabolical pidgin French. […]
Co Kerry landscape in the rain THE SEAN OG BAR, SKIBBEREEN Half an hour later, I stood once more in a bus shelter as the rain cascaded over Killarney town. One glance at the skies was enough to convince that […]
THE KINGDOM BAR, KILLORGLIN – PART TWO DAY SIXTEEN: SUNDAY 7am – woke with a fit of sneezing and my throat feeling as if it had been lined with walnut. This was the worst possible of news. If anything could […]
Lakes of Killarney THE KINGDOM BAR, KILLORGLIN – PART ONE At first, there was only intermittent drizzle flecking the bus windows as we descended from the hills of the Dingle Peninsula. Although it had ceased by the time we pulled […]
Bosie in Dingle McCARTHY’S BAR, DINGLE After a quick bus change in Tralee, arrived in Dingle town at 12.30am. The journey over the Dingle Peninsula had been uneventful but so indescribably beautiful that there was little point in describing it. […]