14 thoughts on “MRSA

  1. Gabby

    At a first glance I thought it was a campaign for a public WC in Rathmines. Come to think of it, several other parts of Dublin need such a campaign.

    1. Neil Ex-Tennant

      Because there is nowhere appropriate or affordable for a public meeting in Rathmines. Library or Rathmines college won’t allow us. Few bars have a private room. Lower Deck give a quiet room and don’t charge a fee usually.

  2. class wario

    I get what they’re going for but it’s not particularly “un-poo” now either…

    Rathmines is a strange spot these days. Feels like a lot of businesses come and go giving the area a very transient feel. The quality of rental accom there is floor level (appropriate as this is where you’ll be sleeping). It seems like certain businesses/groups want to push the place as a sort of Ranelagh 2 only that most people living in the Rathmines area either can’t afford or have no interest in patronising said places.

    1. dhod

      The whole place feels transient and has for years. I lived on Rathmines rd lwr around 2012-15. I was right in the thick of it and frequented the same few shops/bars etc regularly yet never felt any sense of community that I have felt elsewhere.

      1. class wario

        Bang on dhod, whole place feels like an extended dormitory for workers and/or a gateway in or out of Dublin city centre.

  3. Gabby

    Rathmines in my day was known as Flatland. Students, nurses, shop assistants up from the country and retired single men took single and double bedsitters at economical rates. Two permanent things were the solid public library and the domed church with a well-attended folk Mass on Sundays. On Saturdays in dry weather people walked into town over Portobello bridge past Charlie Bird’s second-hand furniture shop and window-shopped their way along Camden Street toward Sth Great Georges Street leading to trendy Dame Street. Many shop assistants took the weekend bus to their homes in Kiltimagh or Gory to escape the loneliness.

    1. Pip

      Them were the days when town was pretty much deserted on Sundays – nothing open cept the museum and maybe the art gallery – until the noisy return of the country cousins around 8 or 9 pm.
      Then Hodges Figgis started opening On Sunday afternoons. What larks!
      The Gorey Details was a newspaper once.

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