 deal with the Justice Department inquiry."
and employees who have crossed the picket line.
about eliminating 8 o'clock classes?
by entering a free raffle on the Diag.
will be selected Tuesday, Sept. 19.
drafting the new code.
Occupational Safety and Health Administration. This was incorrectly reported in Thursday's Daily.
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Customs officer injured in motorcycle crash.
Customs Officer, Curtis Gordon was rushed to Mount St John’s Medical Centre (MSJMC) with injuries to his leg late yesterday after his motorcycle collided with an SUV.
Reports indicate that Gordon was travelling on Falmouth main road when the collision occurred. He was thrown from his Suzuki motorcycle and landed across the road — several metres from the point of impact.
Police at the scene of the accident told OBSERVER media that Gordon had collided with a black jeep, which was driven by Peter Bramble.
Eyewitnesses said it appeared as though the man’s leg was broken, and Head of the Traffic Department Superintendent Leonard Cabral said doctors indicated that Gordon suffered a broken right hand and right leg.
Emergency Medical Services transported the injured man to the hospital while police blocked off both lanes of the usually busy road, halting traffic in and out of English Harbour, via that road for over an hour.
She said since getting the call she has been at Gordon’s side. The woman said doctors are to conduct tests to assess the full extent of his injuries. Doctors were also expected to operate on him last night.
"Turn morning to midnight with this countryside darling. Salisha Quinn, friendship, cows, helicopters, daddy, sex, poodles, chocolate cake, America, Denis, whiskey, balaclavas, daddy, pregnancy tests, bedwetting and beauty-pageants, Brazilian hippies, fields and Robert Burke. Kitty in the Lane is a one-woman play that journeys through a girl’s life in a wild and challenging rural Ireland. Sell-out show by Irish actress Áine Ryan brings its magic to Edinburgh."
Kitty lives down the lane, in a preciously won house in the back of beyond. We’re in Ireland. Kitty recounts her life to us, and holds little if anything back. This is a brutally direct monologue which presents us with a kind of purgatory state that, shockingly, represents the normal life for the character, Kitty, played by Áine Ryan (who also wrote the piece).
Kitty has not had an easy life and, even among others, is a solitary soul, her narrative shared with us partly representing her self-conversation. This is a play rooted in isolation – physical and emotional.
Áine Ryan a wondrous actor. She fully embodies Kitty, and also creates for us with her story showing and telling, the many characters who inhabit her troubled and often cruel world. There’s a wry humour that only the Irish can deliver through turns of phrase, even at the heart of pain and tragedy. The pain magnifies for the audience when Kitty is smiling, even laughing at events which most of us in the audience would be terrified to come even close to.
There’s plenty of nuance in this performance, the turn of a head, a hint of a smile, and an emotional landscape is revealed that is all mixed up anger, pain, acceptance, irony and a bit of wishing. Kitty is not a simple soul, a self-analyser, a commentator on her state and the condiitons in which she finds herself.
Kitty is witty and full of comments on herself, others and the life she has lived. There’s a brilliant sense of the walls closing in, of the house being both a refuge and a prison, and of how trauma coupled with only oneself for a confidant; well, that way madness lies.
The performance lasted well into an hour and twenty minutes or more and was so loaded with dark episodes that it began to sag a bit under the weight of its own script. So much has happened to Kitty that invokes horror and shock, that this truly is a life lived to the fullest that darkness and shadow has to offer. Even one of Kitty’s nightmarish experiences could form the basis of an hour solo drama in itself. Here we have so much laid before us that one shattering happening is piled upon another. If this truly happened in real life, then we have a truly remarkable life – remarkable for all the darkest and most horrendous reasons.
I was gripped by the performance of Áine Ryan. This was a full-blooded, committed portrayal of a woman in lonely, mental decline. Kitty is a victim and as a victim has become a perpetrator. As the story unfolds, some of what is revealed feels a bit predictable. That isn’t necessary a weakness in the writing, nor in the drama, but simply a truth – that one thing leads to another and, often, in the realm of pain and disappointment, those things have a linear predictability. You hurt me, I hurt another, and so it goes on.
Kitty’s life, wasting away down the lane eventually has closed in so far, she has nothing left but her memories and the all too crystal clear version of the events which have happened. Silence is used well in the monologue, but a bit of dramaturgy will give those silences and moments of slow movement even more potency.
I came away feeling that we have a very special piece of theatre here, but that the writer has put too much into the narrative, loaded it so heavily that it becomes a little surreal and loses a little authenticity.
Sometimes things, in drama, can be presented with such polemic realism, in an intimate performance space, and in a fairly short span of time, that they become too heavy for the theatrical experience to bear. I feel that just a bit less will mean quite a lot more in this still high quality solo piece of theatre. There’s a unique performance from the actor, and the script is full of witty irony, of brutal reality, and plenty of shocking events.
We spend an hour and twenty minutes down the lane with Kitty, and it’s a relief to come out of that lane and onto the rainy Edinburgh Streets. Suddenly a crowded Princes Street no longer seems claustrophobic. But it is a relief for nearly all of the right reasons. This is visceral monologue, in the hands of a superb performer. Highly recommended.
The police were called after reports of a break in at the shop in Gloucester.
Two men have been charged with burglary following reports of a break in at a Gloucester shop.
The incident happened in the early hours of Tuesday morning at the Spellbound shop on College Street in the city centre.
A police spokesman said: “We were called to Spellbound on College Street in Gloucester at 00:40am on Tuesday morning (2 October) following reports of a break-in.
“Stuart Holmes, age 45 and of Gloucester and Christopher Holmes, age 31 and of no fixed address were arrested and have been charged with burglary.
An extensive amount of damage was caused to the premises.
Spellbound shop manager Toni Hunt said: “The extent of the damage was not just external. They smashed every cabinet in the shop.
“The whole shop was smashed.
It is believed two other shops nearby were also targeted, including the Vision Centre. A police spokesman added: "We can confirm that Holmes and Stokes were charged with burglary in connection with The Vision Centre."Amon Amarth is a band that exudes rare strength and power in a way that almost feels tangible and transferable. Similar to the way a fiction reader can transpose himself into the protagonist and live the adventure contained in the pages – all from the comfort of modern-day planet Earth.
Deceiver of the Gods is the ninth album in Amon Amarth’s massively successful career. Going back to their debut full-length way back in 1998, these Swedes have been regularly delivering crushing but victorious anthems entrenched in Viking and Norse mythology. True to form, they are at it again with another fine release of evocative songs of might, war, vengeance, bravery and lore – put forth in the savagely melodic manner that has made Amon Amarth a global giant in metal for the last decade.
As implied above, I don’t think you’re going to find anything particularly surprising with this release, but chances are you’re not really seeking that in a new Amon Amarth album, anyway. The old adage “if it ain’t broke…” and all that. One, though, that immediately stood out to me is the guest appearance of legendary Candlemass singer Messiah Marcolin, which is fantastic. Hearing his operatic voice layered against Johan Hegg’s bestial growl adds new depth to the experience that I had not previously encountered with the band. This song, “Hel,” is certainly a highlight.
Right from the beginning – from the title track, Fredrik Andersson’s massive sounding drums grabbed me and locked me in for this ride. I was aware right away that I liked the production on this record, which, as with any album, plays a key role in the way an album makes you feel (Swedish Grammy award winning producer Andy Sneap here). Another thing Amon Amarth does well is to create atmosphere. Deceiver of the Gods drips heroic atmosphere and