I take it that any C&F Dubs are obviously living somewhere else!! Either England or America or somewhere!! Thet obviously realised what a crp hole Dublin really is and got out when they could!
In fact i think the only two Dublin residential C&FFERS are meself and HARRY!, Neither of us are from Blackpool/oops sorry i mean Dublin!
Is it any wonder sackville street burnt down under the brits while Dubs pretended nothing was happening and meanwhile hoped some culchies would come up and rescue them!!?
I have just watched the best GAA game i have seen in years, both Dublin and Mayo teams were excellent, a very good tight clean game!
However…
I was collected from my house by mr Neil Lyons(current world bodhran champion) in his Arnotts Dublin jersey, which wads great craic, we both presumed we were gonna have great craic slagging each other, and im not even from Mayo, im just a “any culchie team apart from the Dubs” type of fellow!
Anyway we went on to Stoneybatter into “the Glimmerman” pub and proceeded to watch the game, we were having great craic and a bit of banter and slagging until this thug in a Dub jersey started shouting at me to "f&^ing get out of this bar you f$%^ing muck savage etc.."!
Even Neil was mortified by this so we went down to Walshes bar to watch the remainder of the game and anyway we enjoyed the rest of it cos there was all counties of culchies in it!!
Wich brings me back to my original question… “what if anything is so great about Dublin”?
Is there ANY SINGLE THING good about Dublin???
I step over at least 2 junkies every morning, while trying to not step in the vomit/p*ss on the way to my car to do a days work.
These songs that people sing like “Dublin in the rare auld times”, was Dublin EVER a good place to be??
Last year during the build up to the semi-s, i was shouting for Tyrone, a Ringsend lad at work said to me “why would you be bleeedin shoutin for Tyrone?” in his stupid Dublin accent, to which i replied that id shout for any Ulster team at this stage..! His reply was "sure what would you be bleedin shoutin for an Ulster team for? sure your not even from the North, your from bleedin Cavan..!
Dubs… WHY?
Cmon so… stand up for yourselves..!
Or should i say West Brits…?
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Maybe i should explain to any Dubliners reading this that “Sackville” is what is now known as “O’Connell st”, the place with 2 MacDonalds!! (ah now you know where i mean!)!
(once upon a time there was a wee bit of a scuffle here with a few culchies and a couple of them lads in uniform and it got its name changed!)!
Flanum, you elect to shout for Mayo in an All-Ireland semi-final in a Stonybatter pub??? Have you a death-wish or something? You may never see Cavan again, never mind Clare, at this rate! You would have been safer shouting for Kerry on Hill 16 or lying in the middle lane of the Nass dual carriageway for that matter! You were lucky you were gently ushered out by the diplomat in the audience! You need a critical culchie mass like you found in Walshes for that sort of carry-on. Try the Cat and Cage or Kennedy’s or any of those foreigner pubs on Drumcondra Road next time.
Something to contemplate over a quiet pint of Guinness in Joxer Daly’s on Dorset Street some quiet mid-week afternoon, or over a pint and a tune in Hughes’ behind the four courts on Friday night. (Hint there are a couple of possible Good Things contained in the previous sentence).
I think you’ve simply been there a bit too long and you have one eye firmly fixed on greener pastures. For a non-native, Dublin may be an experience best enjoyed over the course of a long weekend on a visit from somewhere like, oh I dunno, Co. Clare?
Ouch! Sorry for your trouble. But wouldn’t this sort of random malevolence have still occurred regardless of where your license plates are from? In other words, aren’t you being just a tad too sensitive? I have not been, but my understanding is that one of the great features of Dublin is that it will kick the sh!t out of anyone, with no regard to who you are.
Nope, monday morning, there were at least 4 cars damaged here on Leo st, ALL non-dublin plates! Not a single Dub car was touched.
Also funnily enough, one of the Dublin star-forwards had his jaw broke by a so-called Dublin fan after the game on sunday night in “Copper-face Jacks”! And there have been rumours that Jason Sherlock (another Dub-star) got a hiding elsewhere from a so-called “fan”!
Here you go. You can see this painting. The rest of us can’t.
LADY WRITING A LETTER WITH HER MAID
(Schrijvende vrouw met dienstbode)
Jan Vermeer
c. 1670-1671
oil on canvas
28 x 23 in. (71.1 x 58.4 cm.)
National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin
You were lucky you were gently ushered out by the diplomat in the audience! You need a critical culchie mass like you found in Walshes for that sort of carry-on. Try the Cat and Cage or Kennedy’s or any of those foreigner pubs on Drumcondra Road next time.
