The nature of my job requires me to work quite a number of weekends so one or other of us is travelling every weekend . . . me down to Cork if I don't have to work or Kevin up to Dublin if I do.

We have a lot of events planned for the summer months so Kevin will be doing most of the commuting until early September when 'Down in the Docklands' starts to wind down.

I don't mind working over the weekend because I'm really excited about the programme that we've put together . . .

there's a fantastic panEuropean circus ensemble, No Fit State, who are in the Cirque du Soleil mode, club nights, free music events, the maritime festival and walkabout street theatre.

The whole programme is heavily subsidised so we're giving people the opportunity to experience high quality civic culture for very little money.

I used to hate Sunday when I was a child. I thought it was a sad and oppressive kind of a day with all the shops closed and nothing going on.

I'm not a regular churchgoer but I'm aware of a spiritual dimension to the day and now that I'm older I find myself appreciating that Sunday is a bit more thoughtful and contemplative than other days.

When I'm in Cork I try to have a bit of a lie-in. I get up very early the rest of the week . . . the Docklands' work ethos is definitely geared towards early starts. I listen to the radio . . .

Marian Finucane and then Today FM . . . while I work through the papers with several mugs of strong coffee.

Working in the arts I find that I'm either working or worrying about work all the time. I never really switch off at weekends. I have a lot of friends who work in the arts too and they all say the same.

I notice it particularly with the Sunday papers . . . I head straight for the review and culture sections, it's a bit of an obsession I suppose. I'm always tick-tocking away, making plans and seeing what's going on elsewhere.

Wherever I am on Sunday I try to drive to a beach. I think it really clears your head to look out at a big expanse of water . . .

it stops you being too preoccupied with the small things.

Living in two different places means that you have to make more of an effort to keep up with friends . . . it can be a challenge. We'd usually meet up with people to cook and eat and chill out over a few bottles of wine.

In the evening we might go out for a pint somewhere local . . . Hinchey's in St Luke's if we're in Cork or Harry Byrne's on the Malahide Road in Dublin. I might seek out a gig, jazz would be my favourite.

Then I stay up late watching television even when I have to get up for the 6.30 train to Dublin on Monday morning, I just can't seem to make myself go to bed early.

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