Via Mike Hogan
Thanks Alan Daly, Colin McGann, Enda Cunningham and Meliosa Fitzgibbon
Monthly Archives: February 2013
MOAR
atSpray painted artwork discovered on the Cliffs of Moher: twitter.com/rtenews/status…
— RTÉ News (@rtenews) February 20, 2013
Looks like the work of Will Cliff Ledger.
Update:
From today’s Clare People.
Thanks Colin McGann
Possibly.
He hates competition.
Ciaran Pollard writes:
Visiting Cobh, Co. Cork at the weekend, caught a rare glimpse of the Bat-Signal while taking the ferry at Passage West.
If riff-grinding, thunderously-melodic, Dublin-made songs about controversial road users are your ‘thing’.
Hey, us too.
Liz is Evil – White Van Man.
It changes gears unexpectedly.
Damn van man hating hipsters.
A locked bike on the Green Line Luas (heading towards town) accompanied by a group of lads, none of whom appeared to “have the key” .
Hmm.
Last seen getting off at Charlemont. Within the last hour.
Thanks Cormac
Omertà
atWe asked Sisters of Our Lady of Charity, Religious Sisters of Charity, Sisters of Mercy & Good Shepherd Sisters to talk – all declined.
— Drivetime RTE (@drivetimerte) February 20, 2013
Via TourAbsurd
Class-conscious nuns.
They literally knew their place.
Sheila M writes:
I’ve just spent the afternoon with my parents walking around their old haunts in Dublin. My mum, who trained as a nurse in St Vincent’s in the Sixties showed me where two old ballrooms used to be – The National (above) on Parnell Square and Barry’s Hotel (top) on Denmark Street Great/Gardiner Row.
She said the nuns wouldn’t let the student nurses go there cause it was where “the maids” went .
She also told me the student nurses used to have to wear special stockings (a certain shade, etc.), which they had to buy from the Magdalene Laundry in Stanhope Street. The same stockings were cheaper in Dunnes But they had to buy them from the Magdalenes. The nuns would know by the seams. Good times.
Earlier: A Question Of Sex, Gender And Class
“Left!”
“Left. Not right. LEFT!”
“Oh, my left.”
Etc.
Some manner of paddle boarding exercise conducted by SurfDock.ie, taken from the office window of an entirely unrelated and non-surfing digital whatsit company called Surfmerchant.ie.
Spooky and gnarly.
Thanks anon