Good clothes being robbed off the washing line!
Even in the beginning of 2000s coffee in most places was either instant or the watery filter kind.
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.
I actually bought a few of them in my time including a Waterboys at the Olympia gig. Quality ranged from top notch to awful, but I know a few artists themselves sought them out having a preference for their own favourite gigs.
Also per the other post above re radio stations or DJ's purpously obscuring the start or end of songs to discourage home taping, I actually remember Dave Fanning flagging people to be prepared to tape the live version of Bad from the US import of Wide awake in America as it wasn't commercially available in Ireland at the time. Also, even now in the age of Spotify and MP3's I can still, when listening to certain songs, subconsciously hear the DJ's intervention from my recording off the radio years ago which for a long time was my only source of the song.
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
Ironically smaller family sizes now have way more playground facilities in comparison.
As I mentioned in a previous post a lot of my childhood was spent "playing" in crumbling buildings which were everywhere back then.
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.
honestly can’t remember how we organised ourselves back in the day but it all worked out - we had to phone around, none of this group chat stuff- we planned where to meet but also planned on where we’d go so if you missed the meeting point you’d do a scout of the usual pubs and you’d be sure to find the group eventually. If you knew you’d be late you’d leave word at home so when your friends called from a phone box your mum or dad would be able to pass on a message
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.
For us culchies posting on here, deprived of much glamour or urban sophistication, and taking our cues and prompts from the likes of Hot Press and the D4 media, a lot of us actually believed for a time that Dublin was the centre of the universe, until such time as we actually got to travel further afield and discovered that Dublin was largely a relatively insignificant, self important and self absorbed, nepotistic, European backwater.
In fairness, that still happens nowadays, especially on the RTÉ or BBC where current events might affect regular scheduling.
70s and 80s most localities had a kid like this.
It was me in my area.
How come no one including adults mentioned anything about anyone getting hurt
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.
Yep, I had a beehive money box that they gave me in school. They gave you a few quid when you opened an account too. It worked, still have an AIB account to this day.
I have a cousin with special needs and I remember being shocked That a place he went to was called "The Cork Spastic Clinic". It was renamed at some point but it was called that well into a time where it probably shouldn't have been.
That's if scumbag teens don't go wrecking them and people making spurious claims prompting removal.
They should have a sign no TD's allowed
And retail workers were guaranteed at least on weekend day off.
If that is the same photo that was shared on Twitter a few years ago, one of the kids lying down is David O’Doherty and it’s his brother making the jump.
You reminded me of one: getting cigarette burns from drunken eejits dancing with them in their hands in nite clubs!
I don't know.
That was the first pic I googled.
The camera never caught my escapades
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.
My mistake. Everyone except part-time, some full-time and management is guaranteed the odd Sunday off.
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.
I'd said he's left his horn alone since then, he could post about it here.
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 …
And always a fisticuffs fight outside afterwards.
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
Sitting on the floor in front of the TV from 4.30 watching the clock tick down to 5pm when programs started.
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.
Still around, especially near Croke Park on match days - usually younger now and wear hi-vizes to look official, again just looking for money for what is free parking spaces. Disappear as soon as all spaces full, but often there's the worry that if you don't pay, your car will be scratched or wing mirror gone when you get back.
I presume they are still held in schools or community centers good place to buy old books cheap
