The final night of three storytelling nights in Smock Alley Theatre in Dublin was sold out, last night.
There was a waiting list for cancellations to see the ghost strand of Stories of Dublin. Imagine that. A full theatre and a waiting list for storytelling to an adult audience.
Seven storytellers told stories old and new, personal and received.
New storytellers found their wings and flew before a willing audience.
Last night saw the introduction of the Milk & Cookies blankets in the new venue in the Chocolate Factory on King’s Inn Street.
The building is undergoing renovation and as yet heating is not seen as a priority.
Nonetheless, we were warmed by conviviality.
Though some tellers told in their overcoats, while some listeners wrapped the blankets about them.
For myself, I told the story of the head on fire in an Irish court from Dublin Folk Tales and went home to warm up.
Great night, once more.
When adults shout out answers before the assembled children manage to say anything, you know the storytelling session has caught fire.
All hail the children who brought their parents to my storytelling on the Storybus as part of Dublin’s St Patrick’s Festival.
We chased the snakes out once more, to much noise and hilarity.
All hail listeners and tellers at the Pan Celtic festival in Carlow last week.
It was good to be see and hear people from the Celtic nations wandering about the town.
Some stayed to listen to the tellers from Dublin Yarnspinners on Tour.
I contributed a medley of stories depending on who remained as listener at any time.
Great fun and very funny.
Congratulations to Sea Speak on a great launch of the new monthly storytelling sessions in Howth.
I told the chainless cycle story with the slow letter writer, the mysterious ship that sailed into a Wexford harbour and the tale of the drowned ghost on the sea shore.
Sessions will continue in Krugers pub, Main Street on the third Thursday of a month
All hail the 150-strong crowd at Milk & Cookies storytelling last night in Dublin.
It was the launch day for my latest book Wexford Folk Tales.
So, I told the Three Geese from that collection.
All hail the performers and audience at the Breakaway Project in the Centre for Creative Practices on Pembroke Street on Sunday evening.
There was mulled wine and pies and craic and fun and tea a plenty, thanks Ian.
I told the story of the three unwise men.
People smiled, laughed and clapped.
All hail the families of listeners at the telling of Grimm’s folktales in Mermaid Arts Centre, Bray, Co Wicklow, as part of YARN storytelling Festival, on November 10.
We flip flopped along with a frog, made too much sweet porridge, found our way through the woods with Hansel and Grethel, marvelled at the duplicity of Cinderella’s step-sisters, and tried in our minds to imagine Rapunzel’s hair so long that it reached to the ground from a high tower.
And we finished with the tale of Tom Wolf’s adventure in the woods, all with the enthusiastic assistance of the audience. Marvellous.
Good fun last night at Milk & Cookies Dublin storyteling where I told Love Beads for the first time to an appreciatve audience.
Good fun, too, when it came to judging the bake-off and it was discovered the contesting cookies had already been eaten.
And a round of applause decided the winner.
I thought the cupcakes best myself.
We started our scary storytelling in Marino yesterday where we marvelled at how a cat can turn from a pet to a mankiller at the drop of a few words; how the spectre of a drowned woman could appear at a window three storeys up to cry revenge for a wrongful death; how a houseful of card players were evicted to make room for returning spirits on Hallowe’en and how a man began to terrorise his neighbourhood after he made a false ghost flee in frustration. It was daylight; but still some listeners shivered on their way out into the coming twilight. Enough.