A Fare Days Pay?

As the Dublin Bus strike rolls, we sent James Beggan off on an extended walk (the poor divil…) to one of the picket lines where he had a chat with Brendan Farrelly of the NBRU. Between all the beeping horns this is what he had to say.


“Everyone here is the same. So we apologise, we do not want to be here, the last thing we want to do is this. Unfortunately, we’re forced into.

As regards solidarity, you’re probably picking it up on the mic, the cars going by, the support we’re getting. We have cars coming up with sixty, seventy bottles of water, tea, coffee, cakes. People giving us this, we don’t know these people.

The support is massive. Why? We’re just normal everyday people. We just want 5% a year for three years. We’ve asked for that and been forced out here.”

Read on here and give it a share…

The Fringe

Guerilla Gays In Ireland Studios

“Our grannies voted Yes and the Taoiseach is having a pint down at Pantibar. All children of the nation to be cherished equally, just in time for the 1916 centenary.”

Oisin McKenna takes a look at queer activism today and republican activism in the past in his new show Gays Against the Free State.

We sat down with him to find out what’s what.


Disco Don

Nicky Siano is a DJ who really has done it all – before everyone else.

For those unawares, Nicky become the first resident at Studio54 and turned out a couple of sublime records in collaboration with Arthur Russell while giving two kids named Frankie Knuckles and Larry Levan their first break along the way.

Simon Price caught a few words with him the last time he was in Galway. He plays Pyg this Sunday.



The Blog

Culture



The Last Picture Show.

The entire block of buildings between Hawkins Street and Townsend Street and Apollo House is slated for demolition and reconstruction.

The Screen cinema building is a reminder not only that Dublin is locked into these cycles of capital formation but also that a collective pursuit called “cinema’s best days” are behind it. Smaller features are finding it harder to get screened.

The telly only had two channels when Eoin O’Mahony left Cork for the Big Smoke. He tells rabble how he tried to hide the whack of Benjy with Gauloises and angsty French fillums in the soon to be demolished Screen Cinema.

Marks and Sparks. 5:07pm

The shop was underground, a cavernous space of exclusivity for the chosen few who trail home from the office, dressed in the kind of suit that a culchie would be garbed in for their funeral.

Normally she would shop in Lidl, or Aldi, and their fancy stuff was enough for her. Lobster bisque for €1.49, truffle oil for €1.79; it adds a bit of luxury to the most banal of dishes, rescuing a meal reflective of her poverty from the deepest of doldrums, and, in truth, making her feel a bit special. As if she was worth it, as that advert for the hair product said.

Read the rest of this Paddy Ferris slice of flash fiction. Illustration by Mat Hedigan.



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The Property Puzzle.

With rents back to Celtic Tiger levels or worse, here’s a rather caustic look at one of the greatest mysteries in Irish society. I’m sure we all know the answer.



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Why Do We Hate Ticket Touts?

The last time ticket touting was a hot topic was when peeps were outraged at the rates scalpers were charging for Garth Brook’s tickets.

Now it’s back in the media because of gombeenism at the Olympics.

Jamie Goldrick rifled through the back pockets of ticket tout culture for us several issues ago.

“The support act has just finished, a fan has been trying to sell a spare ticket to anyone who is looking. A tout approaches, “I’ll give ya 25 quid”. The punter replies, “no thanks”, “who ya going to sell it to then, the support has just finished?” the tout snaps back. “Not you anyways” says the punter, who turns walking into the venue, shoving the spare ticket into their arse pocket…”
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We’ve spent the past few months locked in our bunker cooking up another print edition.

Since you last caught up with us on paper there’s been a general election, a month of haranguing over the formation of the next government, the accelerated growth of an unprecedented homeless crisis and more policing scandals. How’s that for recovery Enda?

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