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{Fashion Whore} Mary Mary Quite Cunt Hairy

In #rabble1, Culture, Humour, Print Edition by rabble2 Comments

Last season any fashionista in the know either ditched or toned down the tan. Tango was replaced by Autumn glow or porcelain for the real trend setters. This season it’s one step bolder with the return of body hair. As of yet legs have remained silky smooth but the bikini and underarms are experiencing a counter-revolution. This is only to be expected, with shiny smooth celebs gracing the media in … Read More

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{Fiction} Death of A Hipster

In #rabble1, Humour, Illustration, Print Edition by Niall McCabe1 Comment

Niall McCabe takes a satirical swipe at your favorite stereotype. “Hello” “Why haven’t you answered the phone all day?” “I’ve been busy at work” “All day? You haven’t had time to even send me a text, on your lunch break?” “Maxwell hun, I was going to wait til tonight.” “Yes well, I’d appreciate a text, I got a lot of positive comments on my Salon.com comment on Bisexual skinheads” “Oh … Read More

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{Cops} Corrupt, thick and incompetent?

In #rabble1, Politics by Andrew Flood2 Comments

Do you remember when the cops threatened a Shell to Sea campaigner they had arrested with rape, creating a short lived national scandal? Well since the media hype died down, a cover-up has been in operation right from Justice Minister Alan Shatter to the Sindo to the Garda Ombudsman (GSOC). The GSOC has been leaking material to it’s pet crime correspondents. What’s amazing here is the how incompetent they are. … Read More

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{Worth A Visit} No. 29 Fitzwilliam Square

In #rabble1, Highlights, Politics, Print Edition by 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.