Last Friday.
Evocative (and some existential) scenes of Summer 2019 in Bray, County Wicklow.
Sun-soaked, spiritual – and actual – home of Broadsheet (and who would blame us?).
Better than Brighton.
Come visit.
Meanwhile…
This afternoon.
The Prom’.
Aaron writes:
Blue flag – not a stool to be seen….
nice photos
(bray’s an odd place. in theory, it should be really nice. it’s kind of not, though. and how come everyone who lves there has a limp and/or squint? i suspect bray would survive the apocalypse – so that’s something)
Isn’t “every day is like sunday” rumoured to be about Bray?
ha! if not, it fits:
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
were you at this, B?:
https://www.independent.ie/videos/watch-over-100-kate-bush-lookalikes-gather-in-dublin-38310863.html#play
No but fair play, looks like a hoot :)
Went last year (St. Anne’s Park). As an observer I add. Nuts.
i happened to find myself on a bus from bray one morning. i was most disturbed by the sight of a man shaving his nose with an electric razor. never again.
As a Bray resident, I can tell you that the limping is caused by years of trying to avoid the vast quantities of dog dirt on the pavements. It’s EVERYWHERE!
Isn’t that nice. You see, there is more to Bray than just the early morning shooting blood baths, the heroin epidemic, the questionable local authority governance and one of Ireland’s best examples of urban decay.
Not a lot more, in fairness.
There’s an aquarium.
9th photo contains a pair of CIA agents
if you’d said the propreantepenultimate, we could have counted 5 up instead of 9 down
we’re all busy, panty
They’re the Moderators.
sorry Bray heads it’s a very poor man’s Brighton, aka a kip
Last pic YES. the rest? Dull day and no one around? whats to like?
We in Bray like to project an image that Bray hasnt changed since the 80s to keep out all the braying South Dublin Twats that would come live here if they knew how nice it was.
why are you winking?
oh, sorry
Stool me once, shame on — shame on you. Stool me — you can’t get stooled again.”