Good clothes being robbed off the washing line!
Until they closed off a lot of the roads, used to happen around Croke Park on big match days.
People driving up the north to buy groceries or other items like cigarettes as many things were alot cheaper across the border .
If you live near enough to the border it's still worth doing, but only for stocking up on stuff, not a "milk and a pack of digestives" run.
Listening to Steely Dan while you waited? 😀
reckon there’s still time for a class action against RTÉ? 😀
saw them early 2000s or certainly late 90s but yes a dying breed at that stage alright - they were part and parcel of Dublin life
Auld lad who lives next door to me was a door to door insurance collector. Voice is blown out from a lifetime of shouting at non-payers.
The door to door rates/rents collectors for councils had a worse job, suspect they got shouted at even more often. Used to keep the electoral register bang up to date though.
My parents generation used to call the collection agent the 'Jew Man'. He'd come round dinner time on Friday usually and he'd have a big burly lad with him for security as he was collecting cash from nearly every house on the street.
Door to door collection agents, e.g. a guy calling to the house once a month on a certain afternoon or evening to collect the premiums for an insurance policy, marking it down as paid in your policy book.
"Pools panels" for the Football Pools, a panel of ex footballers and others associated with the game who would decide the result of a postponed \ abandoned game so there's be a complete set of Pools results. More usually called upon in Winter in the days before undersoil heating, as pitches turned to mud with some vestiges of grass on the wings.
That form of child abuse leaves long term PTSD called 'The Glenroes'. I don't think we were forced, just that there was nothing else on.
Being forced to sit in front of Glenroe every Sunday when in primary school. It felt like the weekend was officially over and the dread of school the next morning set in.
I presume they are still held in schools or community centers good place to buy old books cheap
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.
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.
Sitting on the floor in front of the TV from 4.30 watching the clock tick down to 5pm when programs started.
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
And always a fisticuffs fight outside afterwards.
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 …
I'd said he's left his horn alone since then, he could post about it here.
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.
My mistake. Everyone except part-time, some full-time and management is guaranteed the odd Sunday off.
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.
I don't know.
That was the first pic I googled.
The camera never caught my escapades
You reminded me of one: getting cigarette burns from drunken eejits dancing with them in their hands in nite clubs!
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.
And retail workers were guaranteed at least on weekend day off.
They should have a sign no TD's allowed
That's if scumbag teens don't go wrecking them and people making spurious claims prompting removal.
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.
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.
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
