An Auctioneer's Lot
by Damien MatthewsEntries Posted Weekly on Fridays
Tradition dictates that when someone you know dies a few words are shuffled about by way of condolence or appreciation. I’d like to shuffle my few here to mark the recent passing of JP Donleavy.
To me Mr. Donleavy was always that, Mr. Donleavy. Never did I know him as Mike or JP. Not that [...]
Needless to say, all names, locations, etc. have been changed to entirely protect the innocents in this true story – one of whom has sadly since passed away.
The door opens and he’s there. Hands clasped high, held tight to the chest, as fingers twiddle. Deep in muttered conversation with himself his head [...]
In 1940s & 50s America, Washington had an educated well-to-do black elite every bit as smart and forward thinking as white folk, but disparaged, stupidly, because of skin colour and aspiration. Today we have a kind of Negroland creeping in again. Although the triumph of Donald J. Trump as America’s 45th President Elect has come [...]
Bills and bureaucracy, that’s mostly what occupies my mind early mornings. €1,680 demand just in from the council. Water rates. One lavatory, one hand basin, both rarely used. They’re in the right business. Scribble a scathing reply but fully expect an identical letter next month. Numbnifying paperwork. Never dies down never goes away, just part [...]
I used to have this weird dream. I’m the only person in the whole world – everyone else vanished, gone, whisps of smoke into the thin air. All infrastructure remains. This enables me to go anywhere, do anything, and own anything. Interestingly the concept of ownership doesn’t exist on a planet with a population of [...]
Apologies to those of you who read my occasional blogs. I did promise some months ago to be more punctual in my entries. Time however has simply zipped by. Auction after auction squeezing the minutes from the hours applying pressure to have other things done instead. This June we have three auctions, as well as [...]
Something wasn’t quite right – the click of the latch came too soon. But there he was, stranded gentry. Wary, peering past, not saying a word as briskly he ushered me in. For all the use wariness would serve. We were alone at the back door to a plain Georgian farmhouse situated up a rolling [...]
It can generally be agreed, when all is said and done, that cars come from Germany, cigars come from Cuba and wine comes from France. You can probably add to France that she possesses the fairest, but slowest, legal system. Changes instigated in the 1790s, during and after the Revolution, made it a very democratic [...]
Early start these days, our annual Headfort auction just nine days away but we’re on the ball with over five hundred and fifty lots already booked in. Seven o’clock, and I push away the paperwork for my first cup. Crop circles stain the scuffed leather of the desk piled high with booking in dockets for [...]
Christies & Sotheby, the acknowledged big boys of my business – even stating this seems the waste of words – tend to get first pick of the crop. Everyone else, myself included, gets the leftovers. Occasionally treasures fall through the cracks, that’s the great thing. One never knows what’ll turn up, or when. But having [...]