I'M still trying vaingloriously to attempt the 'normal' Sunday. I have fantasies about reading all the newspapers cover to cover, roast dinners with gangs of friends and blazing fires, the Sunday movie and lots of wine but it never seems to work out like that.
It hasn't since we had children. The girls . . . Siofra and Freya . . . are two and four so you'd think we might have got used to it by now.
Sunday is when Fiona, my partner, gets her lie-in so I'm up early with the kids. I try to get them to watch Jimmy Hill's Sunday Supplement . . .
that's a football programme for the uninitiated . . . but it usually ends up being reruns of Scooby Doo. I'm not sure how many more I can take. I might get to read the sports sections while the TV is on. At around 11 I start to raise my voice to alert Fiona that her time is running out.
The deal is that she's down by half-past, not a minute later.
We live in Newcastle, Co Wicklow, and when the weather's good we head for the beach or to Powerscourt or Glendalough for a walk.
We might manage a pint in Lynam's in Laragh on the way home. Sometimes we'll invite other people with kids over for a meal in the hope that theirs will entertain ours while we drink wine.
My day job is playing an Irish priest in a BBC Scotland soap, River City.
We shoot in Glasgow for 30 weeks a year. I don't bother reading the scripts any more. I know my own lines and I seem to be able to use my instinct to figure out what's going on story-wise.
It can get confusing though, especially if we're doublebanking, which is when they have two crews working at the same time shooting different episodes and I might be moving between the two. If I've an early call on Monday then I'll have to head back on Sunday evening. I hate missing the girls' bedtime; I really don't like being away when they're so small. I find it hard to relax if I don't know that they're settled and asleep.
I'd rather be working in Ireland but it's a steady job and it pays the bills. You have to be prepared to travel where the work is.
If I don't have to head back until Monday, we put the girls to bed . . . Fiona's better at it than I am . . . and drink wine in front of the TV. We never go to pubs any more. There's usually a bit of musical beds during the night; you never really know who you're going to wake up with.
I'm on a break from River City at the moment and rehearsing The Stuff of Myth.
We were in the Project for a few weeks earlier this year and we're transferring to Andrew's Lane on 20 April.
It's a re-telling of Orpheus and Euridice done as a Monty Python-type musical.
The writer is Roger Gregg, who's an American living in Ireland. Roger, Morgan Jones and I have had a radio troupe . . . The Crazy Dog Audio Theatre Project . . . for about the last 12 years and The Stuff of Myth is our first stage show.
I play a rock star. I like the change from the priesthood!
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