From top: McDonad’s, Kylemore Road, Dublin 12: Dennis aka ‘Fluffybiscuits’
The curtains fall on one of the greatest shows that has lasted well over ten years. A rambunctious fest , an adventure in the halls of reporting.
Twelve years ago, I came across Broadsheet by pure accident, read, commented then faded into the background to read the pieces as they appeared.
I went to my favourite pub recently, the two barman I adored had left and the atmosphere had changed. The same is happening with friends as they get married and dynamics change. The internet now is the very same, but it’s a journey I’m grateful for.
Five years ago when I poured all my anger into a piece published on Broadsheet, it gave me a friendship that has endured to this day. A young woman (you owe me a fiver for saying that!) brought me for coffee to McDonald’s on the Kylemore Road and listened to the outpourings of what was then a broken man, who healed thanks to Bodger, John & Co.
Vanessa as you know her, meets up with me on a regular basis (I’m a devil for doing all sorts of last minute things!). I’m still single but a lot more comfortable in who I am and what I have become as a man.
Janet, Spaghetti Hoop and Clampers – I will miss ye dearly and Cian. SOQ made me smirk, I always wondered who he was!
I had an idea for a column but in one line. It revolved around an incident at a night out where I was seduced by some woman recently and gave it a go… was not for me but you don’t know these things till we try!
Community is what we had….
Wishing you all the best.
Den aka Fluffybiscuits.
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