Moncrieff – Like I Do

Fancy a haircut?

Chris Moncrieff certainly does. And not just a short back and sides either – but a proper shearing.

The head shave can be seen as a metaphor for how exposed the Dublin-born, London-based crooner leaves himself in this cri de coeur to an ex-lover who has taken up with someone new.

Normann Seidel directs the video with aplomb.

Like I Do will feature on the forthcoming EP The Early Hurts.

Nick says: It will grow back!

Moncrieff

Sebastian Barry; Melatu Uche Okorie

This morning.

On RTÉ’s Today with Seán O’Rourke, the Laureate for Irish Fiction with the Arts Council of Ireland Sebastian Barry spoke about his Life Lines Book Club.

The book club initiative sees Mr Barry meet people who live in what the Irish Arts Council have termed “harder to reach settings”.

Mr Barry spoke about his experiences with the club and paid special tribute to This Hostel Life author Melatu Uche Okorie, who was born in Nigeria and came to Ireland, with her infant daughter, in 2006 seeking asylum.

They spent eight-and-a-half years in direct provision.

Speaking of the club, Mr Barry said:

“It just adds to my wondering sense that some of the most majestic people are these who seem to be in so-called marginalised places or their backs are against the wall.

“And when you go and see them, you know, as something as simple as a book club, to talk about a book, you find people in this really almost untoward state of grace.”

Speaking of how the club works, he said:

“…I have seven or eight novels, all sort of interconnected and they choose one of those to read.

“It’s often just a starting point for other more urgent and important things that people will talk about.

“But I will usually read from the book, just to give the birdsong of myself and the book.

“…And then they will respond to the book. But more often it’s a door into a sort of more brightly lit room of their lives and the things they know and the important information they have for me, actually.”

Mr Barry mentioned that next month he will be holding one of his book clubs with people who live in direct provision before he paid tribute to Ms Okorie.

He said:

“Having spoke to Melatu Uche Okorie last year, again, it brings to mind, it brings forcefully the issue to mind, the actual madness of direct provision.

“Because if you take Melatu for instance, I hope she doesn’t mind me speaking for her or about her.

“But there’s a woman now, one of our principle writers now – her opera has just opened a few nights ago and her book is being republished in England, ‘My Hostel Life’ it’s called.

“How long do you think it would take you or I to notice how amazing she was. I would say about two hours?

“But bureaucracy took eight years to notice how amazing she was. And how fit she was supposedly to be an Irish citizen.”

Listen back here in full.

Previously: ‘Lives Stunted By Purposelessness, Arcane Rules And Condescending Officiousness’

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Happy October 1.

Last week, with a Golden Discs voucher worth TWENTY FIVE EURO on offer, I asked you to name your favourite song mentioning specific months of the year.

You answered in your tens.

But there could be only one winner.

Third Place:

Galaxie 500 – 4th of July

Blue Koyote writes:

“I wrote a poem on a dog biscuit”… Probably the only time I’ve known the canine comestible mentioned in popular culture. The song takes me back to the autumn of 1990 when the song was released, and a move from Dublin to London via Edinburgh. Buying the CD single and the album it’s from (“This Is Our Music”) in the original Fopp record shop on Cockburn Street in Edinburgh. That beautiful hilly winding street, still a favourite to this day, and the biting cold of northern Britain….

Runner-Up:

Simon and Garfunkel – I Am A Rock

F_Lawless writes:

The opening line “A winter’s day, in a deep and dark December”. A song that struck a chord with my teenage angst when I first heard it – it’s just one of those classic ‘soundtrack to your life’ type songs that I’m sure generation after generation rediscover…

Winner:

Talk Talk – April 5th

Specific Gravity writes:

‘Here she comes
Silent in her sound
Here she comes
Fresh upon the ground
Come gentle spring
Come at winter’s end
Gone is the pallor from a promise that’s nature’s gift
Waiting for the color of spring
Let me breathe
Let me breathe the color of spring
Here she comes
Laughter in her kiss
Here she comes
Shame upon her lips
Come wanton spring
Come for birth you live
Youth takes it’s bow before the summer the seasons bring
Waiting for the color of spring
Let me
Let me breathe
Let me breathe you’

Thanks all.

Last week: Win Nick’s Free Tix

Golden Discs

Govt preparing services for Hurricane Lorenzo (RTÉ)

Last night.

RTÉ News reported that the British Government is allegedly proposing to build customs posts between five and ten miles along both sides of the border to replace the backstop, as part of the UK’s Brexit deal proposals.

However, Tánaiste Simon Coveney has dismissed the idea.

UK Prime Minister Boris Johnson has also dismissed the leaked proposal but told BBC this morning that it’s a “reality” that some customs checks will be needed.

Further to this…

Richard Cantwell tweetz:

Here’s a map [above] showing what a 10-mile buffer zone along *both* sides of the border would look like.

There are over 625,000 people living in the zone.

Last night, RTÉ’s Europe Editor Tony Connelly tweeted:

Meanwhile…

Tánaiste Simon Coveney responded…

Brexit: Boris Johnson dismisses leaked UK border plan rejected by Dublin as out-of-date – live news (The Guardian)

Meanwhile…

From top: Bus queue in central Dublin; Derek Mooney

Benny Hill observed: you can sit on top of a mountain, but you can’t sit on top of a pin. Classical Roman poet, Ovid, put it a little more philosophically, remarking that: “dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence”, but it was the late Albert Reynolds who put it best, saying: it’s the little things that trip you up.

You know the type of thing, the everyday irritants that eventually get to you and send you over edge.

For me, last week, it was the total mess that is Dublin’s public transport.

Bad enough that the fares are prohibitive – Deutsche Bank’s 2019 annual survey of global prices and living standards declared Dublin the second most expensive city for public transport in the world – but does it have to be so unreliable too?

With only London having higher fares, Dublin is now more expensive than Amsterdam, Chicago, New York, or even Tokyo, ask a Fine Gael Senator if you doubt that last one.

We have managed to fashion a public transport system with higher fares than Tokyo’s and reliability levels not much above Manila’s.

This was brought home to me with a trio of bus fiascos.

The first came on Monday afternoon via a short bus trip to Blackrock [County Dublin]. I live along the Stillorgan Road (N11) bus corridor, reckoned to be one of the best served routes.

The bus to Blackrock is the #17, now operated by Go Ahead Ireland. The journey there was unremarkable, the problem came with the journey back.

After doing my various errands I was ready to head home around 3:30pm. I checked the TfI (Transport for Ireland) App and saw that the next #17 was due in 3 mins. Great, I thought, and I headed to the Frescati shopping centre bus-stop and waited.

And I waited.

And I waited.

I tweeted the details a few days later. Long story short: a 1 minute wait on the App, turned into a 16 minute wait in real time. Across that waiting time the App showed the #17 on a serial loop of: “1 minute away”, “due”, “1 minute away”, disappeared, reappeared and back to 1 min away.

What is the point of having a real time display, apart from giving Scottish stand–up Larry Dean a very funny routine, if it is only going to have an Einstein’s relativity connectiveness to real time?

Incident two was more old school: the old stealth bus ploy. This is where the bus exists on the App and the display-board, just not in this dimension.

It was on Friday. I was meeting a colleague in town at 2.30pm and headed to catch a bus around 1.30pm. I got to the stop and saw that a 46A was due in 5 mins. “Grand”, I thought and waited while I watched the arrival time on the display count backwards from 5 to 4 to 3 to 2 to 1 minutes. The fact that this process took just over 10 minutes is not part of my complaint, just an interesting aside.

The display eventually showed the 46A as “due” or “ann”. I headed to the kerb to greet it. Anyone familiar with this stretch of the N11 will know that it is relatively straight, so you can see the bus coming from a good distance back. You can even see the preceding stop. I could also see that there was no 46A there.

I reasonably assumed if it was due at our stop it must be due there too – assuming there is no break in the space-time continuum between stops number 2068 and 2096.

But there was no sign of it. After a few minutes the announcement of its imminent arrival disappeared from the App and the time-display. A minute later two “out of services” buses passed.

According to the Dublin Bus timetable, the 46A runs every 8 minutes during the day. I was now at the stop for 18 minutes, so I rang the Dublin Bus helpline. They told me that the next bus was due in 8 to 10 minutes but had no idea about any the whereabouts of the earlier one.

A bus arrived 10 miutes later. What should’ve been a 6-8 minute wait turned into a 30 minute one, but at least I could get on the bus when it did show up.

This was not the case on Saturday night. The two of us were heading to the National Concert Hall. As we planned to grab a few drinks before the show we got to the bus stop at 6.20pm. we thought this would leave us plenty of time. Oh, our naivety.

Arriving at the stop we saw on the display that a #145 bus was due in 12 minutes. Rather than drag you though the minute by minute of the next hour or so, I will give you a highly condensed version.

The bus which was due in 12 minutes arrived 30 plus minutes later, not that this mattered as it was so already overcrowded that it was not taking on any passengers. Neither was the next one which followed it some 12 minutes later.

Checking the TfI I found that Dublin Bus had cancelled four successive buses due to run between 6.30pm and 7.06pm (see screen grabs here and here). So, instead of the six buses due in that time, there were just two, hence why both were so slow to arrive and overcrowded.

By the time it dawned on us that getting a bus was a forlorn hope and we started to look for a taxi, most of the fifteen or so other people at the stop had decided to do the same thing, just as the dozens more at the other stops had probably also decided.

Not only were there no free taxis available to hail along the N11, there were none responding on FreeNow (the taxi app successor to Mytaxi, about which I have moaned here previously).

Net result: over one hour wasted at a bus-stop and €67 wasted on two tickets for the NCH that were not used.

In the greater scheme of Dublin’s dysfunctions these things hardly rate a mention. None of what I have chronicled here is as remotely soul destroying as this city’s appalling housing and rental crisis, nor as harrowing as the state of our public health service.

But, the fact that such stories of the unreliability and inadequacy of public transport, privatised and semi-state, barely register should itself be a concern.

There is now almost no area or facet of Dublin’s infrastructure that is not close to breaking point.

I regularly hear from clients and colleagues about the difficulties they encounter in attracting young talented people to come live and work in Dublin as people are hearing about the spiraling cost of living and declining quality of life here.

We are pushing so much of this city’s infrastructure so far beyond any reasonable point of endurance that we put Dublin’s future as a good place to live in grave risk.

I am very proud of my city and want to continue feeing that way, but to do this politicians and policy makers from across the spectrum will have to come up with radical plans to make this a viable place in which people can both live and work.

Derek Mooney is a communications and public affairs consultant. He previously served as a Ministerial Adviser to the Fianna Fáil-led government 2004 – 2010.  Follow Derek on Twitter: @dsmooney

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In a follow-up to their recent feature on the never-ending struggle of ant against ant, German educational design studio Kurzgesagt focuses on the smallest and most unlikely combatant in that war: Linepithema humile, the Argentine ant.

Previously: World War A

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