What is the most depressing looking town in Ireland?

John Doe1

I was travelling through Tipperary on my way to Kilkenny and passed a place called Clogheen which made me think i was in a time warp.

Likewise Ballineen, Co. Cork

Closer to my homeplace, Strabane never fails to make my eyes bleed. :P

The_Pretender

Athy.

magentis

John Doe1 wrote: »

I was travelling through Tipperary on my way to Kilkenny and passed a place called Clogheen which made me think i was in a time warp.

Likewise Ballineen, Co. Cork

Closer to my homeplace, Strabane never fails to make my eyes bleed. :P

Donegal town is a kip to behold.

Sir Osis of Liver.

Ballycuntybollocks,Co. Laois.

John Doe1

magentis wrote: »

Donegal town is a kip to behold.

Yeah its no bastion of culture and arts like bundoran:P

Lucifer MorningStar

Westport

rotun

Monasterevin

rotun

Lucifer MorningStar wrote: »

Westport

o.O

alleystar

Any town in Laois or Offaly.

lazybones32

Passed through some town in Co. Galway last year and it was just miserable. Not a single redeeming quality that I remember.

Sir Osis of Liver.

Ive been to Clogheen and its a fine town with its giant famine bowl and old folks home and some other sh1t.

demanufactured

Mullingar
Mountmellick
Ballymahon

Joe Duffy..

Either Longford town or Newport in Mayo, depressing looking places.

anncoates

Limerick albeit a city although I actually like it very much as a place to go out in.

Also Drogheda and Longford.

mickydoomsux

Carlow or Athy.

Both just utter kips full of horrible scobes.

Nib

Portarlington.

What a shithole.

Hotfail.com

Bunratty.

Is it even a town?

RayM

It's impossible to choose. Pretty much every town in the midlands looks identical. And everyone looks a bit like Brian Cowen. Even the women.

Archeron

Kinnegad

magentis

Ballina,
place just sucks the life right out of you.

P_1

Balbriggan, the town was shat on from a great hight by both the FF government and Fingal County Council

ErnieBert

Tuam is the best town in Ireland...to leave.

Tail Docker

Rosegreen Co Tipp, it is a mighty kip, and Robertstown, Co Kildare, jasus lads, it's rough. Thurles is no tidy town either.

Cee-Jay-Cee

Longford is the most abysmal dreary ****hole I've ever had the misfortune of being in.

Others in the same category are Manorhamilton, Buncrana and knock.

12 element

Dublin

beano345

Balbriggan a run down, rowdy kip

Samsgirl

Tipperary town. Complete hole of a place. Stuck in a time warp.

Littlehorny

Kilnaleck in Cavan, a ****hole in the middle of nowhere.... every depressing thing about a soulless Irish town is there in spades.

rossie1977

there are alot of depressing looking towns in this area be it ballyhaunis, ballaghaderreen, boyle, castlerea but at least most have some redeeming feature be it lough key forest park or the demesne in castlerea but dunmore in county galway hasn't even that.

LETHAL LADY

Hotfail.com wrote: »

Bunratty.

Is it even a town?

But what about Bunratty Castle?

Davarus Walrus

Ballinasloe is a long town of misery. Toothless idiots huddled in pub doors smoking cigarettes; overweight teenage mothers shoving buggies around, and the association the town has with its mental hospital. "He's down in Ballinasloe as he's suffering with his nerves".

Busted Flat.

Cork

Tail Docker

LETHAL LADY wrote: »

But what about Bunratty Castle?

They built it to keep them out.

corner of hells

12 element wrote: »

Dublin

Dublin town or city ?

G_R

Urlingford Co. Kilkenny is an absolute hole of a town

Schwiiing

Davarus Walrus wrote: »

Ballinasloe is a long town of misery. Toothless idiots huddled in pub doors smoking cigarettes; overweight teenage mothers shoving buggies around, and the association the town has with its mental hospital. "He's down in Ballinasloe as he's suffering with his nerves".

A million times this. Add that the streets paved with rubbish and horse**** for weeks after the horse fair and the calibre of 'visitor' that that week attracts.

Buttevant is rather grim. The fact that the main road through it is full of potholes doesn't really help matters.
I also recall Cappoquin being rather drab. The old bridge nearby is nice to look at but that's about it.

Deank

Davarus Walrus wrote: »

Ballinasloe is a long town of misery. Toothless idiots huddled in pub doors smoking cigarettes; overweight teenage mothers shoving buggies around, and the association the town has with its mental hospital. "He's down in Ballinasloe as he's suffering with his nerves".

Best thing that ever happened to the drive to Galway was the motorway that now bypasses that stink-hole, full of the horse trading type too clogging up traffic in their sulkies.

Tail Docker

Deank wrote: »

Best thing that ever happened to the drive to Galway was the motorway that now bypasses that stink-hole, full of the horse trading type too clogging up traffic in their sulkies.

Much like the aforementioned Robertstown. It's sulkie central.

Lia_lia

Grand_Rajnah wrote: »

Urlingford Co. Kilkenny is an absolute hole of a town

But it has Goul Garden!

_Brian

Littlehorny wrote: »

Kilnaleck in Cavan, a ****hole in the middle of nowhere.... every depressing thing about a soulless Irish town is there in spades.

Mullagh too. Nothin going for it.

nocoverart

mickydoomsux wrote: »

Carlow or Athy.

Both just utter kips full of horrible scobes.

Even though its not exactly a vibrant, bustling place, Carlow isn't even close to one of the most depressing towns in Ireland... Athy on the other hand.

efb

Ballyfermot Christ it was grim

jetsonx

Another vote for Balbriggan.

It has none of the charms of a country town.

But, at the same time, it lacks the vibrancy of a commuter town.

Balbriggan is just there.

Run down houses and shops in a dull hinterland.

When driving through it, you think you're going to arrive into the centre, but then you realise
you're actually leaving the town.

Holy [email]Chr@st...what[/email] a kip.

Duck's hoop

Granard.


Doesn't seem to have changed in 40 years.

Sir Osis of Liver.

Lia_lia wrote: »

But it has Goul Garden!

Is that the brothel in Urlingfords Chinatown?

debabyjesus

_Brian wrote: »

Mullagh too. Nothin going for it.

Killians lodge is a fine spot! A right hole of a town though.

My pick is mountrath with honourable mentions to milltown malbay, ballinasloe, ballyjamesduff and kells

fussyonion

It's a toss up between Ardee and Keady.

Deank

Tail Docker wrote: »

Much like the aforementioned Robertstown. It's sulkie central.

It's like a byway to Allenwood for the fúckers, god knows what they do down there.

AlekSmart

Perhaps a Thread Retitle could be sought...."Is there a Town in Ireland which is not depressing looking"....

bodhrandude

Drumsnot by Brian O'Rourke

DRUMSNOT
(Brian O'Rourke)

Oh come all ye pleasant fellow peasants
and listen to my song
It has twenty verses and what's far worse is,
it's three times as bad as its long
Oh lend me your ears while I spill the beans
about the place where I was got
For it's likely that you haven't much of a clue,
about the place they call Drumsnot

Where my birthplace lies beneath Irish skies
isn't easy to explain
Its not in the Pale or the Golden Vale,
nor yet in the Central Plain
It affords no view of mountains blue
and it sure is no beauty spot
And to date no county has claimed the bounty
for admitting it owns Drumsnot

Oh, on Inishcarra and Gougane Barra,
on Macroom and on Omagh Town
God poured out air of a fragrance rare
that gained them high renown
On King Williamstown He showered sweetness down,
on Lough Neagh and Glanlee and the lot
But those rare perfumes were all well consumed
by the time that he reached Drumsnot

Ah but savage Nature, that lavish creature,
Drumsnot did not neglect
For its stony fields with hoary weeds
are gaudily bedecked
Them thistles, thorns and bouchalawns
would be an ugly blot
Upon the face of any place –
excepting dire Drumsnot

And all around wildlife abounds
and leaps and creeps and crawls
And prowls and scowls and growls and howls,
and fights and bites and bawls
And shrieks and yells and reeks and smells
and kills and the devil knows what
And the ould triangle goes strangle-mangle,
in the jungle around Drumsnot.

Now to sing of the birds, sure I have no words
to express just how I feel
For the sweetest notes in their cheeky throats
are the five pound notes that they steal
The sly magpie he rules the sky
and ruins every garden and plot
And every songster is a fully-fledged gangster
on the rampage around Drumsnot

Oh, we have no fleadh, we've no cine-MAH
for to goggle at spectacles lewd
And Tim Lyons couldn't grouse about our eating-house
that never heard tell of fast food
We've two broken down bridges infested by midges –
and a gaming machine with no slot
And the meanest street between Kansas and Crete
is the main street of Drumsnot.

Oh now you might guess that Drumsnot's a place
where old customs they are held dear
And you'd be right for our faction-fights
halve our numbers every year.
But our Gaelic tongue you'll as soon hear sung
as the speech of the Hottentot
In fact we're distinguished for unspeakable English
in the backwaters of Drumsnot.

Oh in Ireland's fight for her birthright
we had no glorious share
For the Black and Tans with their trucks and guns
never knew that we were there
Now they've gone away and 'tis sad to say,
things haven't changed a jot
For in Leinster House neither Minister nor mouse,
gives a sugar about Drumsnot.

Our hedge-master died in eighteen-o-five
and since then we have had no school
And for all we see of C.I.E.
we might as well be in Kabul
Ah but soon we might get th'oul electric light –
and then again we might not
And the Christmas mail arrives without fail –
around Easter in Drumsnot.

Oh a telephone kiosk or a Shi'ite mosque
would be equal novelties there
So our smoky signals and dopey pigeons
our urgent messages bear
And no motor car has yet got that far
for the Spring Show could justly allot
For sheer scope and size a major prize
to each pothole around Drumsnot.

We've no B & B's, no facilities
for the stranger touring round
No Cead Mile Failte in your tracks will halt you
if you tread on our tainted ground
If you're tracing your ancestors in parish registers,
I'm afraid you won't here find a lot
Ah sure japers we barely can point out our parents
in the shambles they call Drumsnot.

If you've a low opinion of our dominion,
please don't broadcast your point of view
For although the locals are yobs and yokels,
they have their fine feelings too
A bass-baritone weighing twenty-two stone
dropped a hint that we weren't too hot
Well, he sang falsetto as he left our ghetto
and staggered away from Drumsnot.

Oh 'twas in Drumsnot I was begot
and there I squandered my boyhood days
And my youthful deeds they now recede
in an alcoholic haze
When I grew a man, I drew up a plan
and teamed up with a well-endowed mot
Her father owns the Rag and Bones –
that's the only pub in Drumsnot.

By the effluent pump near the rubbish dump,
I courted her right well
And we got engaged within seven days
for she couldn't stand the smell
Then came the day in the month of May
when we tied the fatal knot
And the wedding do was crubeens for two
in the eating-house of Drumsnot

Now we live in a cabin with the thatch in ribbons
and the rent we can barely pay
And all the roses around the door
won't keep the wolf away
And all my dreams of pints so creamy,
alas they have come to naught
For supplies of stout they did soon run out
in the only pub in Drumsnot

Oh I wish I was far from the Shamrock Shore
in some place where I might find work
And I tried of late for to emigrate –
but I missed my lift to Cork
So to settle down in my native town
has become my doleful lot
And to sink my roots and my hobnail boots
in this dungheap they call Drumsnot

Now as you all know, some years ago,
big blundering Uncle Sam
Tried to lift fifty-one of his native sons
held hostage inside Iran
Ah but isn't it strange when 'twas all the rage,
that the whole bloody world forgot
To break in and let loose us hundred and two poor hoors,
marooned inside in Drumsnot.

Now, at last I must conclude, arrest
and terminate this desperate ditty
And I hope you good people true
by now feel for me some pity
And when at last my life is past
and my bones have to moulder and rot
I pray God on high they won't have to lie
in the cemetery of Drumsnot.