**** things about the 70s,80s,90s...that don't happen now!

I liked it when there was a proper pot of filter coffee around - say of Bewleys coffee, at meetings etc

But could be hit and miss.

Arranging to meet at Eason's O'Connell st no matter where you are planning on heading that night, but then delayed for some reason leaving your mates stranded

Also kids trashing traffic lights and destroying any public facilities that are built like community basketball courts (more of a 90s/00s thing)… they're too busy making Tik Tok videos now

I would have been lost without taping off the radio - also I still have bootleg tapes of REM and Waterboys albums purchased bottom of Grafton st early 90s- you had limited funds so you couldn’t buy everything you wanted to so bootlegs were great.

Sound wasn’t amazing but it did the job.

Sadly still goes on, Fairview Park pitches etc seem to get vandalized a lot … couldn't rule out videos of the scumbags doing it being shared to show off to other scum.

In fairness, that still happens nowadays, especially on the RTÉ or BBC where current events might affect regular scheduling.

A poultice instead of antibiotic, I remember my grandmother putting one on my leg when it was infected and she said there was bread and sugar in it, can't remember what else.

That's if scumbag teens don't go wrecking them and people making spurious claims prompting removal.

And retail workers were guaranteed at least on weekend day off.

You reminded me of one: getting cigarette burns from drunken eejits dancing with them in their hands in nite clubs!

They still are. Sunday work is pretty much always done by part-time workers who are more than happy with double pay.

Management are the only full time workers you'd find on Sundays.

Always remember about 30 years ago I had a Ford Escort and on a cold morning if you didn’t get the choke right the engine would cut out and a dodgy starter motor made it difficult to get going again.

I was at a junction and true to form the engine cut out and the starter motor wouldn’t turn. The guy behind me started getting impatient and pressing his horn.No stress as I was well used to it and a brisk bash with a hammer would sort the starter motor out.

Not giving it a second thought I jumped out of the car went to the boot grabbed my hammer kept there for this very purpose, gave the starter motor a belt and went on my way. It was only afterwards I wondered for that brief few seconds what must have gone through that guy’s mind when he saw me come round the back of the car and take the hammer out of the boot.

as a kid coming to Dublin City centre on shopping trips and on street parking being ‘supervised’ by the “lock hard” fraternity… basically some old codger with a rolled up newspaper and a peaked hat - basically an attempt at a quasi official look … you would give him a few quid for his trouble, basically his money for a few drinks later that evening. I think in the early to mid 90s I last saw one on Dawson street. Extinct now …

People driving up the north to buy groceries or other items like cigarettes as many things were alot cheaper across the border .

Van shops , a van would be permanently parked in a council estate ,you could buy grocery's milk cigarettes .. people would sell cheap cigarettes in moore street

Magazines with cdroms on them you'd install the program to setup internet access

Door to door salespeople. Don't get them much if at all now, thankfully. Usually though not always the "cultural" cousins.

Selling things factories were throwing out; couches that the patterns got fcuked up in (still have a mismatched couch), farm gates...sometimes steel gates painted silver to make them look galvanised or filled with sand to make them heavy, power tools of doubtful provenance, shít burglar alarm systems, shít fire extinguishers, next to useless insurance policies.

I presume they are still held in schools or community centers good place to buy old books cheap