Donal Fallon takes a look at the months in the wilderness for the friday night faithful as they find something else to do in the League of Ireland “Off Season”.
Post ‘Celtic Tiger’ Ireland has more than its fair share of challenges. One being the endless amount of vacant space across the state. The Phibsboro Karate Club provides one possible solution. Barry Healy caught up with one of the projects founders, Eric, to find out more.
Dublin has one of the worst ‘after hours’ public transport services in Western Europe. On the weekend, public transport does not operate any later than 12:30am and any earlier than 6:30am. Jay Carax looks at the consequences.
Too often young people’s behaviour is rubber-stamped by the media and local authorities as ‘anti-social’. Redmonk talks to a bunch of teenagers in Blanchardstown and finds that they are struggling with the internalisation of their own demonisation. By being force-fed the phrase ‘anti-social behaviour’ they now believe this phrase exclusively applies to youth.
In current times where most people don’t arrive at a club until 12.30/1am, it does very little to nurture any type of club culture or community. Most clubs operate a very strict cut-off time of 2.30 for music, so if you add it all up, it’s a pitiful situation.
Right folks. Have you no homes to go to? Rashers Tierney looks at how the government’s babysitter attitude to boozing is the bane of underground club culture.
Orla Murphy, the ex-manager of Shebeen Chic and some of its workers tell Rashers Tierney a traditional tale of evictions, pub lock-ins and usurper landlords.
Shot over the course of a year, this film has interviews with the most important Dublin skaters of the last two decades as well as previously unseen old home videos. To hear more about the background of the film, Jay Carax caught up with the producer Dave Leahy.
A gritty, urban poetry shines through Products of the Environment, a compilation album on Working Class Records. Track after track documents growing up with little in the way of options and realities dominated by drug abuse, crime and paranoia. Accompanying videos capture blighted estates full of hooded youth, pushed to the margins by the city’s economic apartheid. The sort of places the rest of us just cycle through.
He was number one of ten thousand and had been tormented by unspeakable lusts all his life. His cock was like a black hole in his trousers. All of his thoughts got sucked down into it. Given the chance he’d have been a fulltime fucker, leaping from body to grasping body, composing verses on the hop. If the world had been logical from his point of view, he would have … Read More