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It's 1993

A Battered Mars Bar

Following up from my other successful thread. It's 1993. You've no Internet and you can't watch TV because live at 3 is on. It's a grand day and you're off work because it's 1993 and you're unemployed. How best you spend your one day off AH? You start work tomorrow so no drinking much.

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pickarooney

JupiterKid wrote: »

And there was Feile '93 Trip to Tipp which I was at - all of 18 years of age and starting to grow my hair long and about to start college. Great line up too!!

Ah 1993!

Three Kilkenny bands in that lineup. Truly the golden age of the Marble City rock explosion.

I'm drawing a complete blank on 1993. I had just done my leaving but I don't know what I did all summer. Sunstroke in Dalymount is about all I can recall.

eviltwin

I was 16 and spent that summer hanging around Stephen's Green shopping centre with my friends trying to look cool and pick up boys.

Lorelli!

I remember watching The Big Breakfast in the mornings although it started in late 1992 and the same with Gladiators on a Saturday. The X Files started. Also another Eurovision win.

Did we have any memorable qualifying matches for USA 1994? You should have done 1994 OP!

valoren

branie2 wrote: »

The best film this year is The Fugitive

I don't care!!!!!!!!!

:pac:

The Backwards Man

Ray Cokes was on the telly.

Ah, those were the days.

[Deleted User]

"Anyway, I agree love, Lorena Bobbitt is a victim...now you hang up first"

LadyMacBeth_

I had just turned five so I was due to start primary school in September. I was dropped off to my grandparents every day as both of my parents worked. This meant being dragged to mass every morning, so that's probably where I was right about now.

The_Valeyard

1993,

Was that the start of the football stickers?

Senna

No idea what I did that summer, but I do know that was the last summer before I got a summer job.

Jrop

I was hanging out with my then boyfriend and my friends. Snogging the face off him lol

Hector Savage

I'd head into town to get the new Faith No More Album - Angeldust ...

Lorelli!

Weird "grand opening" to Supermarket Sweep with Ken Morely! "Never run with scissors Dale" :pac:

Conall Cernach

It's 1993 so I'm in Craigavon with 4 other people in a housing estate 50 metres from the RUC barracks that gets blown up the odd time. Rent is £35 per week between us.

Every morning/afternoon I get up in time for Neighbours. Breakfast consists of toast and tea. There is a Brit soldier in the garden that I pointedly ignore and some random dude from the pub on the settee that I offer tea to.

The day is spent mooching about with one or two of my housemates. Trips to the library are a highlight of the week. One of the guys has a job in the local cinema so on a quiet evening he can sneak us in to see Lorenzo's Oil or Chaplin. Dinner is made up of Koka noodles, a fried egg (another housemate's sister works as an egg collector) and if we are feeling flush a Denny sausage. All other money is hoarded for one or two evenings of collective drunkenness. Tins of LCL Pils are 60p each and a bottle of Bushmills is around a tenner. In times of financial stress such as when an electricity bill has landed we must opt for the cheap and watery beer whose name escapes me but it is only 42p a tin.

On sober evenings we play role playing games such as AD&D into the small hours before toddling off to bed as the sky begins to lighten. Sleep is frequently broken by some refugee from a nightclub banging on the door demanding admission so that they can continue the session. They are directed to the settee. Housemates may or may not keep them company just so long as they are relatively quiet.

Atoms for Peace

bodhrandude wrote: »

Fleadh Mor festival kicked ass in Tramore, Waterford and red hot weather too. Ray Charles, Jimmy Cliff, Bob Dylan, Van Morrison and loads more played.

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JupiterKid wrote: »

And there was Feile '93 Trip to Tipp which I was at - all of 18 years of age and starting to grow my hair long and about to start college. Great line up too!!

Ah 1993!

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Back when music festivals were just that, still great lineups by today's standards, except maybe chris de burgh. Why isn't feile still a thing?

The Davestator

1. Spent most of the summer worrying about my junior cert results.
2. Bought and drank some super cans of tab clear (500ml cans)
3. summer job of doing rehab pools

ah, those were the days

Tabnabs

the sounds of 1993...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsNaR6FRuO0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGy1yEB299I

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmUZ6nCFNoU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxvkI9MTQw4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6P0SitRwy8

Irish Guitarist

I was 17 and doing a Fas course in 1993. I got about £33 a week which I would spend on two rap CDs. I'd be listening to my new Ice Cube or Dr. Dre CD right now. It was a more innocent time of pimpin' ho's and poppin' a cap in a niggas ass back then.

branie2

branie2 wrote: »

Having a sneaky peek at the swimwear section in this year's spring/summer Family Album

It would be nice to see pictures from the section here ;-)

chakotha

More tunes from 1993.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twoO3xYRsz0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d73tiBBzvFM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDLiVwpv89s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-KE9lvU810

Chips Lovell

Conall Cernach wrote: »

Tins of LCL Pils are 60p each and a bottle of Bushmills is around a tenner. In times of financial stress such as when an electricity bill has landed we must opt for the cheap and watery beer whose name escapes me but it is only 42p a tin.

Ace Lager?

Conall Cernach

Jep Gambardella wrote: »

Ace Lager?

Similar to Ace but it was definitely called something different.

Now that i think of it there was one, incredibly bad, beer that was 37p a tin, maybe that was Ace.

WoollyRedHat

Conall Cernach wrote: »

It's 1993 so I'm in Craigavon with 4 other people in a housing estate 50 metres from the RUC barracks that gets blown up the odd time. Rent is £35 per week between us.

Every morning/afternoon I get up in time for Neighbours. Breakfast consists of toast and tea. There is a Brit soldier in the garden that I pointedly ignore and some random dude from the pub on the settee that I offer tea to.

The day is spent mooching about with one or two of my housemates. Trips to the library are a highlight of the week. One of the guys has a job in the local cinema so on a quiet evening he can sneak us in to see Lorenzo's Oil or Chaplin. Dinner is made up of Koka noodles, a fried egg (another housemate's sister works as an egg collector) and if we are feeling flush a Denny sausage. All other money is hoarded for one or two evenings of collective drunkenness. Tins of LCL Pils are 60p each and a bottle of Bushmills is around a tenner. In times of financial stress such as when an electricity bill has landed we must opt for the cheap and watery beer whose name escapes me but it is only 42p a tin.

On sober evenings we play role playing games such as AD&D into the small hours before toddling off to bed as the sky begins to lighten. Sleep is frequently broken by some refugee from a nightclub banging on the door demanding admission so that they can continue the session. They are directed to the settee. Housemates may or may not keep them company just so long as they are relatively quiet.

*Puts on the kettle* Tell me more.

Conall Cernach

WoollyRedHat wrote: »

*Puts on the kettle* Tell me more.

One week we were all skint and we ran out of bottled gas for the cooker. We boiled our free eggs in the kettle and made "soup" out of Oxo cubes. We used to joke that we were like Richie and Eddie from Bottom.

One of the guys had a part time job in a garage and used to bring home an astonishing amount of pornographic magazines.

Akrasia

I was 10, my parents had a caravan that we left up in Ocean View caravan park in Lahinch for the summer, so I was probably in the games room listening to American pie on the jukebox (it was always on because it was about 8 minutes long so the best value for your 20p) and watching someone play Operation Wolf

Later we'll wander down to Moy Beach and have a swim or puck around with the hurley and sliotar.

Iseedeadpixels

I'm 9 I'm either playing football, playing kiss chasing or on the super nintendo:)

branie2

I went to the Michael Collins monument at Bealnablath

keano_afc

I'm 14, just finished second year in secondary school. I'm leaving the house early, coming home when hungry and playing pitch and putt all day.

Actually, not much has changed 24 years later. Except I'm working instead of playing pitch and putt.

Surreptitious

Atoms for Peace wrote: »

Back when music festivals were just that, still great lineups by today's standards, except maybe chris de burgh. Why isn't feile still a thing?

The locals objected so it couldn't continue anymore.

bodhrandude

Surreptitious wrote: »

The locals objected so it couldn't continue anymore.

They changed venues didn't they to Cork, then in 2000 they relaunched it as Witnness festival I think.

valoren

I did the entrance exam for secondary school and during the maths test I came to the firm conclusion that I'd learnt sweet fcku all Mathematics at Primary school. Half the exam may as well have been written in hieroglyphics.