Fiery head and freezing feet

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.
All hail.

 

Snake stories in Dublin

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.
Mighty.

One day by the Barrow

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.

Sailing stories

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

Breaking out

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.
Enough.

Scaring Dubliners for Hallowe’en

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.