David O’Doherty is an Irish comedian and author. He encourages silly people and children to dress up as one of his book characters, Docter Noel Zone, who is a Dangerologist. Docter Zone appears in the books Danger Is Everywhere, Danger Is Still Everywhere and Danger Really is Everywhere: School of Danger. Docter Zone has a pet stone named Dennis. I am not sure if the person above is a silly person or a child, or just plain childish.
The above person is going to see Mr O’Doherty at the Melbourne Comedy Festival later this week and is very excited about it.
Docter Noel Zone as illustrated by Chris Judge
Last year I was unable to get to a photobooth to take a strip of photos to celebrate St Patrick’s Day. It hadn’t actually occurred to me to do an Irish themed post until then, that is, apart from posts that feature all my Irish relatives. Finding a fabulous, green, glittery, leprechaun-style hat in a charity shop was what prompted me to plan my first one. Not being able to get to a real booth, I donned a greenish dress and the hat, then used an online photobooth instead. You can see the results in this post.
This year I planned a bit further in advance and made the above offering, using the same hat and some homemade props.
A very happy St Paddy’s Day to all my Irish relatives and friends, and to anyone else who likes to celebrate the day of green beer, shamrocks and all things Irish.
To celebrate the 17th March, I had plans to make my first St Patrick’s Day photobooth strip. Unfortunately my health was such that I was unable to drive as far as the nearest booth site in time, so here instead, are some Irish relatives of mine. Oh, and a pseudo booth strip on a green theme, below.
Happy St Patrick’s Day!
7 August 1998, Luna Park, Melbourne
We all agreed to pose in the same position, facing right. The fourth snap shows my anarchic brother-in-law, Timo. I love him. He makes me laugh.
This strip is part of the series Photobooth 41 Year Project. You can see all the posts that document the series by clicking here.
Tim is my much adored brother-in-law, a native Dubliner, husband to my sister, Sue, and father to Penelope (above) and Calvin. He is a sparky (electrician) and in all the recent economic troubles of Ireland, he has rarely, if ever, been without work. Why ? Timmy works hard, but better than that he gets on well with everyone and people enjoy having him around. He is a very likeable bloke, despite his desire to appear curmudgeonly. Like most Irish men (and women, now I come to think about it,) he loves a drink. Imbibing makes his, frequently incomprehensible, Irish accent, fluid, mellifluous, and colourful in a way that makes for many an amusing evening. Yes, Tim, when you are drunk you are funny – very, very funny.
Unlike most men I know, Timo’s first thought on coming home from work is to get out with the kids to play games. He doesn’t pause for a rest or cuppa. He adores his babies, and of course they adore him back. He cooks! Like me, he stirs the pasta with the same spoon as the sauce, which never fails to annoy my little sister. But hey, he cooks! (Or maybe that only happens when I am visiting them in Ireland? Lets wait for some comments from his sisters and wife to see…)
All up he is a top guy whose only failing is to have taken my sister so far away from Australia. I have almost forgiven him for that, due to him having given us Aussies beautiful Irish grandchildren/a nephew and a niece. Love ya Timmy! (And he says “Grrrumpf” back.)