Good clothes being robbed off the washing line!
In Dublin, checked them in the Evening Herald iirc
Those bockety old red Leyland CIE coaches. They even had an ashtray attached to the back of the seats.
Counting out rhymes with the N Word.
As I found out on my last time on a train , there’s no food service , just sandwiches
Does anyone speak Scottish there ? Or is it all English ?
There's a ridiculous amount of nostalgia for on train catering. When there was sit-down dining on Irish Rail, it was by and large greasy spoon fried food. Nothing special. The way people go on you'd swear it was a meal on the Orient Express.
Those newspaper sandwich boards with headlines of the day, seem to have disappeared here, still a thing in the uk.
Yes they definitely did, you would scour the listings to a) see what films were showing in which cinema, b) what times they were on and c) what rating were there and do you think we'll get into that, it's 15s?? 🤣 I distinctly remember wondering and worrying if me and my friends would get in the Carlton to see The Hand that Rocks the Cradle cos we were only 14 at the time and we'd come all the way into town for it (from D15).
The only sample I could find on Google.
Well, I can't see it in the Carlton but would the Savoy be any good to you? Or even the Santry Omniplex? 😄
I think I went to see Naked Lunch in the Screen at O'Connell Bridge, when I should have been concentrating on my first year college exams.
I could be mixing up the memory I have of queuing on the Carlton side of O'Connell Street for tickets with some other film around the same era. Great find @Badly Drunk Boy!!
You couldn’t trust the Aertel cinema listings, they were always way off. Dublin had its own page on it but the rest of the country had a single page that you had to wait for ages for it to cycle through to your page.
The Celtic Tiger.
You mean The Celtic Tiger aftermath. The Celtic Tiger was fun.
Only for some.
The aftermath was a real kick in the nuts.
Shopping trips to NYC.
"We all partied".
Ye true. I remember someone saying that it was like pigs sitting at a table full of food and the table was so full they dropped big crumbs for the plebs not at the table and everyone was fed but then there was less food on the table and the pigs got more careful, they were still fed but there was no more big crumbs falling off the table.
I dont get the Celtic Tiger referee it certainly wasn't around in the 70s and 80s most of the 1990s.
I'm re-reading The Life and Time of the Thunderbolt Kid by Bill Bryson it's a lovely easy-read.
Although its set in 1950s and 60s suburban America it captures well what it was like for a suburbsn child in Ireland or any developed country before the internet, endless cycling around with no exact purpose, allowed to walk to town by himself, stupid pranks involving a magnifying glass, being taken to visit old boring scary relatives and so on.
The 90's were a bit different, from my recollection the Septic Tiger went on it's roid rage rampage from about 2003 onward.
Buying apartments in Bulgaria off the plans.
Forgot about flash cubes !
I have an uncle in his early 80s now.
Back in the late 60s or early 70s when he worked as a barman in a hotel there was a member of the hotel staff and it was known knowledge he was cheating on his wife with someone else.
Once the hotel management found out he was officially fired over it.
Ok cheating scum yes but to officially fire someone over something in their private life outside the workplace I could not agree with.
In present day Ireland I couldn,t see anyone being officially fired for something in their private life such as the story I outlined from my uncles workplace .
Eileen Flynn the school teacher in wexford who was fired from her school over her private life outside the school in present day Ireland I also couldnt see a school being able to get away with firing a teacher for any similar reasons .
I agree no concorde my favourite plane of all time
Tommy Docherty at Man Utd was fired for an affair with physios wife... thats a messy one. In the late 70s.
I was never much of a cinema goer but 1991/92 was probably the peak for me. Delicatessen, Cape Fear, Naked Lunch, Silence Of The Lambs.
Of course, at home, we relied on the Leinster Leader for the cinema times because I don't think they were on the regional page on Aertel. There was always a bit of a delay before new releases made it to us…
these Dublin buses… if sitting downstairs and aft of the doorway for an hour on the way home from town, when you got home your hearing would be a bit shot. Noisy old pieces of shît.
There was another type though that while not so loud was often a bit smelly and smokey, always a slightly burnt rubber aroma that you could sometimes smell on your clothes a day later
Public transport is way more comfy, less smelly..
Maybe ,but after 2 hours on a bus and another few ahead of you on a train it's nice to have a chance to sit down for a meal . Maybe even a drink.
God the smell of those buses still lingers, as you mentioned the smell of fumes or burning downstairs on the back of some of these meant I always sat upstairs or suffered nausea.
The smell upstairs was different but if it had been raining the musty aroma of damp seats from people getting on with wet coats and umbrellas would knock you over. I may be a bit sensitive to smells 🤣
TD used to send the physio off on scouting missions to nearby cities in order to clear the runway for takeoff. He deserved the sack.
going for a night out in fields corner…..who remembers??
Re Eileen Flynn.
You need to look at the man. That’s the real reason for the disgraceful treatment.
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