Sitting in an armchair by the window of the Outhouse library, Capel Street, Patrick is sharing his story of seeking asylum in Ireland with Peg Leeson. Well-spoken and confident there are moments during the conversation when he looks down and fidgets with his fingers or hugs his knees, subtle indicators that his journey was not an easy one.
A wee while ago rabble teamed up with Boomtown, the UK’s maddest festival for a very unique competition. We basically got all you eejits to do enter a wee essay competition about your maddest festival buzzes. The winner got themselves two tickets to the festival. Versions of the stories were used in a roll-the-dice, rabble board game that took pride of place as our centre spread in rabble #4. Thanks to all who took part. And a special thanks to Dara Lynch and Thomas McCarty who broke their balls to sort out the centre fold.
With niche festivals dropping like proverbial flies and authorities becoming less and less accepting of fringe events, rabble takes a behind the scenes look at some of Ireland’s more groundbreaking underground events and sees how they are surviving, or otherwise. Rob Flynn met the stress-junkies who put their wealth, health and sanity on the line to run these events.
Youth Defence are pricks. Here’s their background.
The truth of it is that any new legislation or wording to the law should be done with delicacy and foresight. Assurances should be in place that new laws don’t have a negative impact on our economy, especially when we are desperate to portray ourselves as a good place for modern businesses to set up shop and take advantage of a skilled and available workforce. This kind of draconian action doesn’t do us any favours.
It’s true that all sorts are on social welfare. They practically let anyone sign on. Which, is often wonderfully amusing as Georgia Corcoran finds out.
A well-bred filly knows how to dress to impress so here’s the essential girl’s guide to winning best turned-out in the paddock.
When I was a two-legged freak like most of the world, I went to Tesco for the same reasons as most people – it’s closest. So, in an attempt to control my lazy spending in said establishment, I cycled through the local branch on a bike and pulled a few skids in front of customer service at 7am after a party last summer. True story. It worked a treat – barred from Tesco and forced to buy better products in better stores 500 metres down the road.
Ah the aul Dublin Coddle, sure ye can’t beat it. But c’mere to me, yiz know it’s one of the most tasty meals a mammy can cook up for her chizzlers, but did yiz also know where the meal itself came from.
It’s difficult not to pass a decorated traffic light pole in Dublin city centre today. While the City Council seem to be working over-time to remove stickers from just about everything in Dublin, Donal Fallon fills us in on how each of the four big football clubs in the city have done their bit to ensure visitors are aware of their presence.