A torch under his pillow and a copy of J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit beside his bed. As I glanced around my 11 year old nephew John’s room, it was nice to see that, even in the X-box era, some things about childhood hadn’t changed
What hadn’t changed either was the fact that I had spent this past week glued to Olympic boxing coverage, just as I would have done when I was around John’s age. Not that I am a fan of boxing, but it is by far and away Ireland’s best Olympic sport and, no matter what the sport (or what my age), come the Olympics, I, like so many others, get drawn inexorably into the anguish and excitement of performance on the ultimate sporting stage, most especially when any of our own are competing. And you would have to have been living under a rock in Ireland this past week to miss the feverish excitement over golden girl Katie Taylor, not to mention our three other boxing medallists and the whole Irish boxing team.
Sage a go-go in the backyard
So, what exactly does one do with an excess of sage?
There I was, fully prepared to launch into a little rant about cooking-vs-entertainment when, as irony would have it, I heard that I was nominated for one of this year’s Entertainment.ie awards.
Well now, that’ll teach me!
The awards are open to public voting so, if you should feel so inclined, please do pop over here, look for the best blogger section and do the needful for the Spud. They’ll even let you vote once per day until the 7th of January – I might make a specially extended advent calendar just for the occasion.
It goes without saying that I am more than honoured to have been nominated along with several luminaries of the Irish bloggerati and, while I’ve never thought of myself as an entertainer per se, I guess that at least some of what I do can be classed as entertainment (which is fine, as long as you don’t expect me to do any tap-dancing).
Chefs, at least those of the celebrity variety, might also be called entertainers. You need look no further than your favourite television cookery shows to see that. They don’t always stick exclusively to cooking, though usually I like ’em best when they do.
Which brings me to the “fantastic live theatre show” (sic) which ran during last weekend’s Taste of Christmas event in Dublin. The problem wasn’t so much with the entertainment value – which was, at times, questionable – but that I think the audience were shortchanged.