The things we do for…

“I can’t imagine wanting to queue up at 3am for anyone.” (a friend)

I believe we were hypnotised back in the 80’s. Overnight queuing was the norm if you wanted to get tickets to any good show. We’d start around 8pm the day before, sleeping bags and all. By midnight there’d be close to 500 and the box office (a corner shop in Utrecht Noord) would have to open on police order. And you’d be grateful for the pretty tickets in your hand.

I’ve got pizza in my bag and a woolly hat for my head and am awaiting a call for the word ‘go’.

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Talking about Poland

Talking about Poland, I’m not a catholic but I like catholic religious imagery. Some six or seven years ago, I worked in the museum ‘Catharijne Convent’ in Utrecht, a museum of religious art, based in a medieval nunnery. When I left, I was given a piece from their collection, a statue of St Aloysius Gonzaga, Patron of Catholic youth. It was suggested I take him to Dublin, to save the poor unfortunate sinner musicians.