Meanwhile, In Smithfield

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This afternoon.

Earlier…



More as they get it.

Man held, army bomb disposal team at family law courts in Dublin (RTE)

Pic: Niamh Devereux

30 thoughts on “Meanwhile, In Smithfield

  1. Michael McCabe

    Why stop trams at Blackhorse because of an incident at Smithfield? Surely to God they can run to Heuston and back or does that simple logic go over their heads? It’s not rocket science.

    1. Rep

      When a luas gets to Heuston, what do you suppose it does then? Just reverse back towards the next tram coming its way?

      1. Dr.Fart MD

        @rep .. yea. but its no reverse. theres cockpits either side of every luas. so it literally does just go back.

        @rotide .. while youre here. all power to the chap with a gun. violence is key.

        1. Rep

          Grand so, they can drive head-first into the tram coming to Hueston on the very same track. So much better.

          1. Michael McCabe

            No, you’ll need to sit down and brace yourself as I go through this; the tracks switch. Ok? The luas drives forwards, it switches tracks, the driver moves to other cabin and we’re off. Got it now Einstien?

          2. Rep

            Where is the track switch? There is none at Heuston or James St. They are two seperate lines so where exactly does it switch?

    1. Daisy Chainsaw

      If someone threatens that kind of violence in a court, imagine what he’s threatening his family with?

      1. Starina

        in family court, no less. where there’s tons and tons of other people waiting for their cases to be heard today before the long holiday break. what a lady’s special garden. i hope he’s done for terrorism.

      1. bertie blenkinsop

        Back pain.
        Little fella has taken to joining us in the bed at night and I end up sleeping like a swastika.
        Thanks for listening.

        1. Brother Barnabas

          Bhí subh milis
          Ar bhaschrann an dorais
          Ach mhúch mé an corraí
          Ionam d’éirigh,
          Mar smaoinigh mé ar an lá
          A bheas an bhaschrann glan,
          Agus an láimh bheag
          Ar iarraidh.

          There was jam
          On the door handle
          But I pushed away the feelings
          That rose up in me,
          Because I thought of the day
          That the door handle would be clean
          And the little hand
          Would be gone.

          1. Janet, I ate my avatar

            that is actually the poem I used to say to any fecker in France who used to ask me to say anything in Irish
            uncanny

          2. Cian

            And if they asked you what it means I really hope you told them is was a poem about a dirty knob getting polished!

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