Author: Diggingthedirt

Roller Disco

Movers and Shakers,

For one star-spangled night of dance-floor chaos, we’re transforming our gaff into a roller disco. Yes, you heard that right. It’s a Goddam Godzilla showdown of epic proportions, and you, my esteemed archaeological colleagues, are all invited to check out the spandex. There’s a flyer attached, with a phone number and details. Our wheels will be well oiled from about 8ish. Come later and they’ll be very well oiled.

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Damsel In Distress

Apsidal EndTiered from work, and not yet drunk enough to talk, we pondered the menu with the glazed expressions of the institutionalised. The marketing executives had ganged up on us with their cheap dinner-drinks promos and our nightly subsistence allowance left little room for manoeuvre.

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Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas CorkWithout properly thinking it through, someone accidentally let us hire Bru, a 90 bed city centre hostel, colonised for the night by renegade archaeologists dressed to the nines and hell-bent on personal destruction.

The occasion? Several hundred European archaeologists landing in town as Cork played host to the EAA conference. The idea? Viva Las Vegas! We transformed the hostel for one night into a glitzy casino, seedy Vegas motel and soul food kitchen, all sound-tracked by three rooms of music playing the best of soul, funk, groove, hip-hop, disco, breaks, electro and whatever else is cool but unclassifiable. An army of Djs too numerous to mention, and how many parties have you been to recently who can boast their own resident chef.

It’s a fact. Archaeologists have always had a passion for fassion and the dress code is unequivacal: dress to excess or come in character. Gangster chic, Elvis impersonator or washed-up divorcee blowing her alimony on one dollar slot machines…