This afternoon.
Connoly Station, Dublin 1
The cast of musical The Train gather on the platform where the original Contraceptive Train left for Belfast in 1971 (top).
Rehearsals began at The Abbey Theatre this week for the Rough Magic production written by Bill Whelan and Arthur Riordan, celebrating the train’s famous journey.
The show runs at the Abbey Theatre from April 7-15, before opening in Belfast later this month.
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Is it just me or does the lady second from right in the colour pic have the bestest colour hair ever?
similar to the one who sent in the photo of the fake cheese, with her own hair draped across it (for reasons known only to her). if i recall correctly, you liked that too (or was the Clampers?). i bet you like Julia Roberts a lot.
Not especially, although I do find myself watching Fair City sometimes just to see Niamh.
…there was a time when I’d agree… :)
I even leave The One Show on to see Angela, I’m a lost cause.
Ah Julia…
(except for that bruuuutal accent in Collins)
bet he also likes yer wan Natasha McElhone (the girl outof Ronin…another brutal accent and she’s even Irish I think)
McElhone is a natural beauty.
She’s all about the beautiful cheekbones and the dodgy accents, that one.
Back in moderation, BS?
I think they enjoy messing with you.
Looks like Lisa Lambe if im not mistaken.
Cracking voice on her
You should watch ‘Suits’; I think you’d be a Donna kind of chap.
True, she’s fab but even more so look at their offices! :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0rpAAAX_OA
There ye go Bertie. Lisa in all her technicolor gingeyness, with some bonus lepping around
Nurse, the screens!!!
oh god, no
Agreed! Would it be inappropriate to imagine that hair tumbling across one’s chest?
Also, reminds me of a certain painting by Jim Fitzpatrick https://greengallery.ie/products/tailltu-queen-of-the-fir-bolg
Another meeting of the BS shut-in wanky club I see. Here lads who enjoys rubbing one out to that Nell McCafferty?
didn’t Nell pass away recently?
which would make rubbing one out to her pretty disrespectful in my book
and not quite pictures of lily
Still alive I think?
You might be thinking of Nell Gwyn, died 14 November 1687.
Ah, yes, apologies to Nell McCafferty if she’s reading.
And, happily, it’s quite alright to knock one out to Nell Gwyn – I think there’s something like a 250-year moratorium, but we’re good to go now.
Jaysus Barney scaaaaarleh for yeh
Thank you for your empathy, Shill.
You’re the only one who cares.
I wish you’d stop crashing them, Shilly, we’ve invited you in plenty of times.
I think you’ve a problem with it coz you secretly want to be part of it.
Come in, FGshill, sit down…. well maybe not there.
Thanks again chaps. No trouser rubbing for me. Good luck to ye all though with the schluppa-schluppa-schluppa and whatnot.
2017 is as well suited for the stage as 1971:
Det. Bobby #OFFICERHOTSTUFF Singleton [ I kid you not: tinyurl.com/zwj9v5p ] raiding norn ireland for abortifacts (tinyurl.com/kpsxnjs). The script is here, just add the music.
I see there are damn all theatre critics in this post. Pervs, the lot o’ yiz!
C’mere fer a schqueeze luv ;)
A post about feminists derailed by judgments of how various hot women are, and not by Clampers blaming them for all and sundry.
Tis a funny ol place, Broadsheet.
You’d miss it if it were gone though, wouldn’t you?
Nuts.
There was a fella here earlier who doesn’t drink tea, no word of a lie.
You joke, but you have no idea the treatment you get as a non-tea drinker in Ireland.
Every time I turn down a coffee, followed by the inevitable offer of tea (or vice versa), the look that follows would usually be reserved for something primordial crawling out of a swamp.
If you’re now a ‘tea-totaler’ you obviously couldn’t handle it. (gives you that look)
Ha. My granny still asks me “Well what do you drink?” each and every time I see her.
As if water is a foreign concept.
My nana makes a point of asking me non-tea-drinking cousins (aka ‘the heathens’) if they want a cup of tea.
It’s the principle of it, apparently.
She’s a great woman, if, admittedly, a bit mad now.