Yesterday.
Foxrock, Co Dublin
Anon writes:
Just wanted to share something which I had heard about but not actually witnessed until yesterday (Tuesday being Methadone day in Foxrock). Many times I have read commentary on similar situations, that certain affluent areas in South Co. Dublin “do not experience social issues like the rest of the city..” or “this would not be tolerated in D18..”
Well here is photographic evidence that it does. You can see a man and a woman sitting in the doorway of the local village pharmacy (presumably after receiving their methadone) inhaling what I can only assume is some sort of aerosol (possibly butane) before being moved on by a local resident/trader.
Quite sad overall to see any person in this situation be it in Foxrock or inner city Dublin, but I just wanted to highlight the fact that this does happen here. I am not from Foxrock but I have been living in the area for a while and I can only imagine the the diatribe and dissatisfaction from the Foxrock natives if they were fully aware… Would like to hear what you commenters have to say on this matter…
Change that title (and entire article) to blah blah blah I live in Foxrock now.
Locals probably too busy out stabbing sheep to notice.
Am. Yay for Foxrock?
sandyford east?
He still makes a good point. Illustrates the issue is not confined to just working class areas
I dunno. One photo doesn’t exactly convince me that Foxrock suffers the same anti-social behaviour as inner city Dublin.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there are two photos there in the post.
In fairness, you can come to Dun Laoghaire any day of the week to see this stuff. Its horrible. As bad, if not worse than the North City Quays. You can barely walk on the seafront between the east pier and the baths anymore. Ive had to stop taking my kids there on account of all the discarded needles. Its a pisser, because they love it down there, but the place is fupped and you cant let young kids off the leash there anymore.
Stop that with your crazy talk and logic. Can’t you see it is right there *points to picture on computer screen.
You think? I’m really not clear on what point he’s trying to make.
“I am not from Foxrock but I have been living in the area for a while and I can only imagine the the diatribe and dissatisfaction from the Foxrock natives if they were fully aware”
Hmm, generalise much? Also, if the suggestion seems to be “people in Foxrock don’t want drug addicts on their doorsteps, and they might be put out”, then I’m not really sure that is something to take issue with them over. Any responsible community would think the same way.
Perhaps someone should ask then to wait by the shore.
call out the army quick!
Two things:
1) nobody cares about the junkies
2) nobody cares that you live in Foxrock
1) You cared enough to comment
I care about you, Jimmee. *Hug
I know this pair, they’re usually hanging around Dun Laoghaire. Saw them both passed out outside the Boylan Centre last week, people had to step over them to get to the pay parking machine.
While walking up the lane beside the Royal Marine Hotel two weeks backs I unfortunetly had to witness him taking a poo.
next time tell him to poo in Foxrock
A little more unfortunate for him having to take a poo in a lane, wouldn’t you say?
They share the burden
Graham Dwyer was from Foxrock.
no it is worse than that – he is from Cork
Jaysus, sounds like an awful place.
Cork, actually
No he was from Cork. He just happened to live there for a bit.
He was a bogman actually.
His address was only “Foxrock” on paper. It’s really Cornelscourt.
Not to be harsh, but I don’t see the point in the post. Is it to say ‘see, we suffer this too?’. Who cares. We all suffer it, some areas slightly less.
At least the trader moved them on, and didnt waste garda time with it.
I don’t see the surprise here either. Junkies are gonna do their thing, and travel around a bit while they’re at it.
No area is immune to anti-social activity.
Exactly, you’d swear Dublin is massive, it just feels that way because the transport system is poo.
“Get away from my pharmacy with your drugs!!”
Tuesday is methadone day? Wish I had an opiate addiction that only affected me one day a week.
This!
It would be terribly gauche to be seen using methadone on more that one occassion per week.
I think as long as they dress as well as the locals they should be allowed to stay
Friday afternoon tapas at The Gables is to die for. They’d probably have to leave that soiled duvet outside though.
Tuesday is methodone day. Wenesday is calpol. Babies everywhere.
The whole of Dublin has been blighted by drug problems for years. It’s irrelevant if you’re from or reside in Blanch, Tallaght, Foxrock, Terenure or Finglas etc, drug abuse is everywhere. All you need to do is walk around Dublin City Centre and you’ll see it.
I once lived on Liffey Street and worked off O’Connell Street and I’d see many things on a daily basis. I’ve seen junkies riding starkers outside my apartment complex door, junkies shooting up in phone boxes, junkies helping each other shoot up into each other’s groins, to a junkie taking a sh*te on Marlborough Street and using a Tayto packet to wipe his arse whilst walking across the street in broad daylight at lunchtime.
As a first draft I can see why they chose a different monologue for Rutger Hauer in Bladerunner.
Hahaha
I’m doing that thing right now where I try to suppress laughter at my desk, but I’m failing, and it’s coming out as a kind of low-volume hyperventilation that’s making everyone look worried at me. I’m having to suppress it because Marty had me in to his office last week to deliver my final warning. Written up and all. That’s three this year already. He says if I get one more before June I’m finished. I still have the piece of tissue he wrote it on in my pocket. He’s the scariest janitor ever.
The 4th final warning is sometimes worse than the 6th.
Funniest thing I’ve read in ages. Excellent.
You’re usually a pain in the hole but that one was funny.
Brilliant
http://i.imgur.com/viK1Ova.png
Time to die!
Plus they used to pleasue themselves with the phone receiver in the phone box on Aston Quay..
‘Im ringing from the waist down’
What? How exactly would one go about doing that? And what features of the phone receiver lend themselves, in particular, to this act?
Glenn Quagmire’s Mom was so horny after giving birth to him that she asked to have him shoved back up again, so she could squeeze him out, again, and again, and again…
NINE times.
True story.
I think a phone receiver shouldn’t be a problem.
It was just a fleshlight on a string… some say if you put your ear up to the opening you get some sea in your ear/hair
Sea? A-men to that
Foxrock is turning into a total kip awash with heroin addicts and BDSM killers.
Surprised you’re not living there what with your “maths degree” and “150k take home pay” you were spoofing about last week
Case of mistaken identity there. A single degree? Just 150k a year? Including investment and trust income? How very dare you!
Sorry yes, that other Soundings had zero sense of humour. My mistake!
The population of Foxrock could be replaced by about three people and the diversity would still be maintained.
The fine upstanding members of middle class Ireland suffer the same addictions and drug abuse as those of less affluent circumstances. The difference is they hide it at all costs and have the money for private rehab centres where they can send their family members before the neighbours cop on and shame them.
Kind of like how child abuse was hidden out of a greater fear of embarrassment than a desire to confront it.
Middle class Ireland is weird and secretive. The working class tends to wear its heart on its sleeve.
… among other unidentified secretions.
Hah!
They probably feel safer there now that Graham Dwyer is banged up.
The junkies are easily startled but they’ll soon be back, and in greater numbers…..
Those needle puncture marks, too accurate for Santry people…
If they traced the junkies here, they may have learned who sold them….. the gear and that would lead them back……home
Man, if you could see how the Italian or Spanish police are allowed deal with this type of crap. Their batons aren’t fashion accessories.
I’d actually be interested to hear from our emigrant brethren on the tolerance levels where they live on open-street drug-use.
I’d like to hear from our cistern
Being off your nut on the metro/ living on it is completely tolerated on the more working class lines 5/2 for example but it’s not for the likes of line 1/ 14….
Junkies in Foxrock! What date is it…
“what year???”
I seen a couple off Caple St a couple of weeks back also huddled in a corner with both of their gobs around the top of a canister of ligher fuel (butane). It was quite unusual to see. Inhaling gas/solvents etc is usually done by teenagers with no access to “real drugs”. I am wondering now if it is the same couple..
I’ve seen it a few times near the Unitarian Church on St. Stephen’s Green. It’s a sad sight.
In unrelated news today along that side (Department of Foreign Affairs) of St Stephen’s Green -a mere child was speeding down the road whip in hand being pulled by poor galloping horse in some sort of “sulky” type scenario.
They just walked past me in Dun Laoghaire, she was huffing a can of butane. I probably should have shown them these thoughtful sneaky pics of them from their jolly to Foxrock earlier.
A great bunch of lads.
It’s all our fault
They probably have one of those free bus passes. They all seem to have them, god knows why.
whoa, thought this kind of stuff only happened on the northside. Fokin mental mon
I work in dun laoghaire and recognise the two in the photos, there are a sorry looking couple who used to sleep rough beside the peer. They always wander around with a can of gas in hand, drooling from both corners of the mouth and peering lovingly into each others eyes. The gentleman in the picture has an indeering scar on his face from ear to ear. I’d say the 46A was there chariot that brought the up to the romantic village of Foxrock.
actually, this is photographic evidence of it not being tolerated in D18 – they are being moved on. in the city centre they’d be left in peace to get high