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So, What Happened The Three Fs?

In #rabble2, Highlights, History, Illustration, Politics, Print Editionby Peg LeesonLeave a Comment

The current mess we are in is often explained by an unusual obsession with bricks and mortar rooted in a colonial history. The Irish love to own their own home because those nasty Brits didn’t let us, it’s the spectre of the famine all over again. At best these myths obscure the true reasons behind Ireland’s current economic situation.

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{Housing} Landlord Horror Stories.

In #rabble2, Highlights, Politics, Print Editionby rabble3 Comments

Ah yes, those racketeering parasites that cream it in from your rent receipts while you live in a ramshackle hovel. rabble assembled this collection of tales to chill your spine. “It was so cold that when I plugged in my phone to charge in my bedroom it said ‘will not charge at this temperature’. As it came into Summer, a horrific smell filled the flat; we sourced it coming from … Read More

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rabble asks: What Does The Public Think of Occupy Dame St?

In Blog, Highlights, Interviews, Politicsby rabbleLeave a Comment

A few weeks ago, rabble hooked up one of our contributors with a dodgy recorder. He spent twenty minutes lurking around the edges of #occupydamestreet, catching vox pops with those passing by. In total our very own Paddy Gorman interviewed around 17 people. They ranged from the homeless, to students, day-shopper culchies, old school Dubs, local business people and even an Egyptian that was in Tahir square. Have a listen … Read More

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{Worth A Visit} No. 29 Fitzwilliam Square

In #rabble1, Highlights, Politics, Print Editionby Peg LeesonLeave a Comment

Emerging from the dark, cramped servants quarters in the basement you enter the splendor of the late Georgian era – the richly decorated pinnacle of 18th-century living. Moving from parlour to dining-room, drawing room to boudoir every attention has been given to collecting together period pieces and replicating the sensibilities of the time. The greatest juxtaposition is evident when entering the fifth and final floor, the attic, where the children of the house spent the majority of their youth. Little wonder the rest of society could be treated with near murderous disregard when children were committed to such an austere environment.