Spotted in this week’s Letterkenny Post.
Via 54 Crew
This afternoon.
At the Balla Bán Art Gallery, Westbury Mall, Dublin.
Frank O’Dea writes:
Happy 40th anniversary U2. Watercolour caricature by Dublin artist Ray Sherlock.
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Peter McVerry Trust tweetz:
Latest homeless figures from DoHPCLG show a net increase of 86 people in homelessness from July to Aug 2016. Total now stands at 6,611…
This morning.
Anon writes:
I was walking to work this morning and noticed a purse lying behind the railings on Great Strand Street [Dublin 1]. There are quite a few cards in the wallet and one sticking out that very clearly look like an IADT [Dún Laoghaire Institute of Art, Design and Technology] student card… Maybe you can help the owner find it. I could also see the top of a driver’s license. I couldn’t reach it as it is behind locked railing but I’m sure the owner could reach it somehow. Approx location here.
Anyone?
UPDATE: Owner located (see comments)
@broadsheet_ie REUNITED! All they took was a cheque, my contraceptive pill, condoms, cineworld card + my coffee loyalty cards. The tiks. pic.twitter.com/fI0zdjGUVX
— Aoife Cooper (@AoifeCoop) September 23, 2016
Result, in fairness.
From top: The outline of an average-sized Direct Provision room in Eyre Square, Galway on Culture Night last Friday; Ciaran Tierney
Last week, on Culture Night, passers-by in Eyre Square, Galway were invited to imagine living in the Direct Provision.
Ciaran Tierney writes:
It was a gorgeous evening in Galway.
The giddy excitement which usually greets the start of a weekend was magnified by the magnificent range of cultural events taking place for free all across the city centre and Salthill.
Down by the Claddagh, three musicians called Shiftwork were conjuring up beautiful songs from the deck of an historic boat.
A seal popped his head above the water to share in the general merriment. Later, traditional Galway hookers sailed around the perfectly still waters at the mouth of Galway Bay.
There were musicians, artists, and entertainers providing wonderful free entertainment throughout the city as Galway really got into the spirit of Culture Night.
Over in Eyre Square, however, passers-by were being reminded of an aspect of modern Irish “culture” which many of us would prefer to ignore.
The Direct Provision system is not something we celebrate, not something we would prefer to highlight in the European Capital of Culture 2020.
But the role of an artist should sometimes involve exposing uncomfortable truths, and there is no more uncomfortable truth in Ireland in 2016 than the way in which the country treats its refugees and asylum-seekers.
In Galway, we know that they are living in a former hotel facing the seafront in Salthill or a hostel just off Eyre Square in the heart of the city.
But how many of us have ever stopped to check out their living conditions or to ask how they are getting on in 21st century Ireland?
Do we really know about the months and years it takes to process their applications while entire families live in tiny hotel rooms?
To mark Culture Night, the Galway Anti-Racism Network (GARN) invited Galwegians to spend a little time in Direct Provision.
The exact dimensions of a “normal” direct provision room were marked out in the middle of the city and passers-by were asked to imagine what it was like to live in a tiny hotel room for months on end.
The space available for furniture, belongings, and beds was mapped out on the ground and the ‘live’ exhibition attracted hundreds of curious on-lookers.
Some children lay on the ground, imagining the reality of sharing a tiny room with siblings and parents for months or even years on end.
It was interesting to see so many people check out the dimensions of the tiny room, trying to envision what it’s like for a family to live in such a confined space.
A direct provision centre hardly features among the “normal” cultural heights of the city.
Residents were on hand to engage with curious on-lookers and to give us an insight into their normal lives in Galway and Salthill.
They cannot work, so they asked us to imagine what it was like to get by on €19.10 per week while sharing a hotel with dozens of others.
They told us that some of them had been living in this limbo, in the land of a thousand welcomes, for over ten years.
They asked whether we knew that 17 firms across the country were taking in about €50 million per year from the Irish Government to run 34 accommodation centres across the State.
Some of them have to survive the winter months in mobile homes.
They asked us to imagine what it was like for the children, who attend primary or secondary schools in Galway, when their curious friends asked them about their living conditions, the food they ate, or when they’d be able to invite them over for sleepovers.
They can’t cook or bring food to their rooms and they most certainly can’t invite their school friends over to stay the night in the centres. Keeping a pet is also out of the question.
It was news to me that they were given a rule book, containing 44 pages of rules, when they arrived.
Or that any complaints they may have had about the running of a centre could only be made to the manager of their own centres. Even if their complaints may have been related to the management of the centres.
During the week, residents of the centres had written testimonies about the reality of their lives. The testimonies were posted on a wall, next to the Browne Doorway, for revellers to read as they made their way around Eyre Square.
“At least as a prisoner you know when you are getting out – not when you are an asylum-seeker,” wrote one lady.
The asylum-seekers present were so welcoming, so happy to share their stories. They spoke of the depression they experienced, as they waited anxiously to discover if they would be allowed to stay in Ireland or deported back to their countries of origin.
Mental health problems in the direct provision system are estimated to be five times higher than in the wider Irish community.
It reminded me of a heart-breaking exhibition I attended in Galway last year, in which a South African asylum-seeker admitted that the system felt “familiar” – because it reminded her of the Apartheid system.
In terms of raising awareness, it was a hugely admirable three-hour event organised by the Galway Anti-Racism Network and the Movement of Asylum Seekers in Ireland.
It was not the most “enjoyable” event in the packed programme for Culture Night in Galway, but it served a hugely important purpose in reminding hundreds of people of one of the great scandals of our own era.
We can ask why Irish people turned a blind eye to clerical sex abuse or the scandal of the Magdalene Launderies in the past.
With Direct Provision, we have no excuse. Thanks to initiatives like last Friday night’s, nobody can claim that they don’t know about this system which condemns children to grow up in unsuitable accommodation for months or even years on end.
An uncomfortable truth for Culture Night (Ciaran Tierney)
Previously: Alternative Culture Night
Pic: Galway 2020
From top: Niamh Uí Bhriain and William Campbell
Niamh Uí Bhriain of prolife group The Life Institute (formerly Niamh nic Mhathuna of Youth Defence) answers questions from William Campbell, of the Here’s How podcast, about the origins of the Eighth Amendment and its effects in the courts and the constitution.
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Listen here
Bus Éireann bus, on the Dublin – Ashbourne route (103)
Further to the Dublin Bus driver who tied an elderly person’s shoelace who was unable to do so himself…
Aidan Strangeman writes:
On the bus home, Aisling has her handbag under the seat. The lad behind her takes her wallet out of it, and heads down the stairs to get off at the next stop.
Someone alerts Aisling, and she runs down the stairs after the lad, but by then he’s already briskly walking off down the road as the bus pulls away.
The lad probably thinks he’s getting away with it.
I don’t.
What he doesn’t know is that our bus driver is the maddest of Mad Toms: even on good days his eyes tend to work independently.
Sure enough, the bus stops, the doors burst open and out flies Tom. Even though I’m on the top deck, I can still see that Tom’s head is fully fire engine red with the rage.
He’s bulling.
He’s not having a bit of it.
The lad is a whippet with a headstart. Our Tom is shaped more like a breakfast roll with arms and legs. And yet, he’s still gaining on him with every stride.
The lad – accepting he is beaten, and probably close to emptying his bowels at the sight of Mad Tom steaming towards him – stops, turns, and lobs the wallet high over Tom’s head, which is how he gets to live to rob another day.
When Tom gets back to the bus, he hands the wallet back to a delighted Aisling, and a much-deserved round of applause breaks out.
Later, when I get off at my stop, instead of the usual “thanks”, I say “well done”, but all Tom says is “twas no bother”, as if running down pickpockets like a Mad Tom Terminator T1000 is just something he does from time to time, for the craic.
And it probably is.
*That happened one evening back in 2010, just before I got made redundant. I’m back on the buses this year and there’s no sign of Tom on the route (Bus Eireann route: Dublin – Ashbourne, 103) but if he’s still driving buses, I’d give him all the raises that he wants.
Previously: In Fairness
Pic: Flickr
A supercut of Hillary Clinton making LOUD NOISES yesterday interspersed with other well known SHOUTERS.
Why isn’t she 50 points ahead?
ANYONE!?
Hillary Clinton Awkwardly Shouts Her Way Through Speech: ‘Why Aren’t I 50 Points Ahead?!’ (Mediaite)
The National Ploughing Championships 2016 in Screggan, Tullamore, Co Offaly
Frilly Keane writes:
Ya see, it was all going grand ‘till last Sunday morning, when I was walking the doggie, and lapping up all the colours and buntings and flags along the route.
Now, where I live, there has always been a single Mayhoo flag, a proper one, with a wall mounted fitting en’all. It always came out for the Connaught Final (if), likewise for the AI. It’s the same in my house; the flags come out for the weekend of. Whatever one it is.
But this year we wondered where our Mayhoo neighbour was, then on Saturday the Mayhoo supporter walked past the house, so. That was that. He wasn’t dead or anything. Anyone in the Crumlin Village area will know of this lone Mayhoo flag flyer.
So anyway back to Sunday morning, with the dog; met some of the regulars in the park, lads getting the dogs out early before the match stuff. All dolled up themselves. All set. It went like this; The Hooch’s daddy btw:
“a few scoops in the club first … so wha d’ya think “x”
“Great day for football, no winds, soft and boggy, Mayhoo ‘ll like that”
“Ah yeah, bleedin’ muckers, ahh it’ll be bad t’watch…. D’dubs ‘ll will win by 15 points …handy…”
“have ye seen Mayhoo play this year” “nah”
“Well I tink it’ll be a lot tighter than handy now”
“D’ya ting…. Ah’nah… D’Dubs ‘ll cream ‘em, Mayo’ll be in a jock in de’ final 10 minutes”
… Come on you bhoys in Blue… Ye know the rest
Now, if it was Cork playing, I’d be in a jock meself with the funny tummy, and too nervous and jumpy for walking the dog, so I thought, fair play t’them and kinda wished t’was me heading off to Jones Road; sur’ there’s always next year.
Anyway, where am I going with all this? Well.
Ye; Dubs/ Big City types are very reluctant to look beyond the M50 other than to sneer. That’s no secret I suppose. But all this needs t’be said again. So here it goes.
When it comes to Football the only side Dubs mention or care to get to know are the Kerry crowd. When it comes to hurling, ye re well able t’look beyond the M50 for players, mentors and managers, funny that.
What happened by half three on Sunday shut ye up, kinda, but t’was more like a wtf happened daze. It didn’t last since ye broke out’ve it by Tuesday, and the opening day of the Ploughing Championships.
Ye couldn’t help yereselves. And a quick “ploughing” search here will show ye what I mean, and it goes back, as far as 2010 and the very start of the gaff. But what ye didn’t do was wonder ‘how the fuck do they do it?’
I’m told that this year Anna May filled 1580 exhibition stands indoor and outdoor. Anyone care to guess what Anna May charges for a sqm of field?
Whatever it was this year I betcha t’would make your gob smack, and I betcha’ tis healthier, far healthier, than what Dublin Event Planners and their Skinny Pants get for the RDS.
But of course there’s going to be difference, loike it’s Dublin 4, with the Starbucks and Noodles and Penthouse Suites, and Transport and Roads with Tarmac. NotZoned for Agri use fields in rural Ireland.
So 283,000 wellie wearers stumped up and stumped through the muck in Screggan this year, that’s 283,000 that travelled by car, van, trailer and shuttle buses to the fields of midland Ireland.
Not Ballsbridge or Spencer Dock. Rural Ireland. With its funny accents, grubby clothes, pot holes, flooding, silly hats, muckie boots, and their Hang Sangwichs.
So here I’m thinking of the other Paddy, the one who likes to tell us about his life on the farm whenever he gets a chance, the one who throws a tantrum about Wiffy and Hotels and Transport. Yet; all he was prepared to learn from Anna May and the NPA was that Hay bales make good seating.
You’d be hard pressed to find Wiffy in Screggan lemme tell ye; but it didn’t stop the biggest Ag gig in Europe.
“Ireland doesn’t stop at d’Rid Cow Roudybout” those Healy Raes provide comedy fodder for this gaff like no other pair of TDs.
So, ya know, keep laughing.
Cause its stopping ye looking too close.
Hon’Cork
Hon’Mayhoo
Frilly keane’s column appears here every Friday morning. Follow Frilly on Twitter: @frillykeane