Julie at Phoenix Films writes:
What happens when the sun goes down in Dublin?
While most of us sleep have you ever wondered what happens in our capital throughout the night?
An Irish documentary company is at the early stages of researching this and is interested in hearing from potential participants for a documentary film about Dublin at night.
Ever wanted to share with someone your own personal story of the Dublin that few people see, when most people have gone to sleep and those awake have the city to themselves?
Do you have a reason to be out there?
Let us know what it is and what you do, as the stars come out and night envelops the capital. From dusk to dawn this documentary will follow individuals and activities all over the city.
We would love to hear from you, about your story and how it fits in to this great city at night. Please write to dublinatnight16@gmail.com.
Pic: All Seeing Me
I remember there was a repeat on rte of a program me from 1988-89 with Shae Healy, I think it was about Dublin City life, but I remember it when he interviewed the owner of the ONLY 24hr shop in Dublin. Some lady with a shop in Rathmines who opened 24/6 (don’t know if she was open on Sunday nights!)
God, remember the days when you’d have to cycle to a petrol station halfway across Dublin if you were at a party and had to get smokes after the pubs closed?
Three hours in a taxi queue trying to get home, yet avoiding a fight with the great many drunkards who ‘don’t understand the queuing system’ for their own benefit.
They were different days edalicious.
It was every man for himself.
– There was no internet. Getting angry got you beaten up.
Different times.
They ought not be conflated.
Shut up while you’re winning.
My night time story you ask? Starts with rock. Ends in roll.
:)
And has ‘along to my Daniel O’Donnell albums as I sit in my van eating a discarded Spring’ in the middle.
“Well I usually scope the backs of the houses from about 3am and then by 5am, I’ll have done about three or four of them”
Dogging on Bull Island
Up all night to get lucky
:-D :-D
Calm down, Linda
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It’s nearly 9pm.
Shouldn’t you be getting into your pyjamas?
PS.
Not you edalicious .
You sound sound.
at night i go to my wonderful bed, and read Broadsheet.ie.
What you do under the duvet is your own business, darling.
Spice it up… Tell some lies…
We don’t care until you do.
Normally i’d play football with my friends in Dublin park.