Archive for December, 2010
A different time altogether.
A time when three young families were forced to squat an empty hotel for somewhere to live.
I wonder will we see these days return?
I absolutely love this cover image, from Sing (‘Britain’s Folk Song Magazine’) No.55, June 1966.
It’s just one of the lovely things which arrived in the post today, along with heaps of newspapers, pamphlets and magazines from the 1960s. I will scan them all up in a post exam world.
Our recent review of 2010 included vanishing penguins, trucks at the Dail, famous Italians in Tallaght, Mary Byrne and spraypainted Ballymun towers. Since writing it, it’s dawned on me I forgot a couple of things.
1: Culchies of the year:
Crystal Swing, to the credit, were actually lovely people and did a lot for charity. It was great to see them get their five minutes, and feck the begrudgers.
Still, we won’t be forgiving these t-shirts in a hurry.
2: Odd man of the year:
No comment on that one….
Every Christmas Eve, a group of my friends organise an event they’ve taken to calling ‘Real Dubs’.
Like 28 Days Later, the streets of Dublin empty as those from beyond the pale return to their farms and creameries, leaving just us. Waking up in a friends flat over in Smithfield, I was half tempted to make my way home and pop back in for the ‘Real Dubs’ session later, but a friend told me he was heading up to ‘the picket’ on Grafton Street for a while.
Picket on Grafton Street? I couldn’t place it at first. I’d heard so much of the Laura Ashley picketers, but I’d yet to see them as I’m not frequently on Grafton Street. I head up with Jimmy, to have a look.
We stop off outside Marks and Sparks, where ‘Talk To Joe’ Duffy himself is presenting his show live on Grafton Street. It really is stomach turning stuff when none other than Uachtarán Máire Mhic Ghiolla Íosa arrives, to tell us all we can ‘overcome’ the recession, and we’re ‘fighting people’ and every other cliché she can chuck at us. I turn to Jimmy and ask, is there any other country in the world where the IMF can roll into town, yet the President would have the cheek to address Christmas shoppers? Probably not. We shuffle off, past the RTÉ vans and cheering crowds.
We get up to Laura Ashley, and one of the workers there fills me in. Since October they’ve been here, every single day. The company made pre-tax profits of £10.5 million in the first half of this year, and this branch was their flagship. 22 workers, members of the Mandate Union, have remained a thorn in the side of the company since losing their jobs at short notice, and it’s hard not to be reminded of events at the bottom of this very street in Thomas Cook not too long ago.
“A large five-bedroom outer-suburban house is not necessarily the first preference housing choice of all; for the real urbanist it rarely is”
God, any book that interviews Liam Carroll (“Dublin Bus: Needs Competition”) and sports journalist Bertie Ahern T.D (“Liberty Hall: Should Be Gone”) is surely not worth reading you’re asking? Well no, you’re wrong. Redrawing Dublin is such a strong book that not even two pages of Bertie could ruin it.
The book is the end product of a collaborative project between an architect and an urban planner. It offers interesting, and on occasion provocative, analysis of the city and where she is (or should) be going. Broken down into nice sections, it looks at life beyond the pale, ‘invisible walls’, the question of just who is a ‘true Dubliner’, ‘apartment apartheid’ and more besides.
As a Maynooth student, the very first pages were interesting to me. Route 66. “Edge City”. The writers look at what is termed ‘Contiguious Metropolitan’, the rapid expansion of Dublin into parts of neighbouring counties, like North Kildare. “Might it have been done differently?” they ask. Why is there not more quality apartment living in the capital itself? Just who does live in the city, and more importantly: who doesn’t want to?
“If potential new urban dwellers are to be attracted to the city and not ‘lost’ to distant towns and suburbs in Kildare, Meath or North Dublin, a radical overhaul of the ambition and vision of what is possible in city-centre living needs to be communicated”
One of my favourite sections of the book deals with the idea of what would make a neighbourhood great. What do you want within 10 minutes of the front door. Among the 25 things you do, we find an ATM, a local supermarket and a local public park. Among the 25 things you don’t, cycle lanes inside bus lanes, narrow pavements and locked local parks feature.
In ‘Postcards from Dublin’, some very interesting statistics regarding Dubliners are thrown up. Almost 1 in 12 Dubliners listed themselves as non-religious on the 2006 census. In Ballyfermot, we learn that 92% of residents identify as Catholic, and fewer than 1 in 40 as non-religious. One of the most interesting statistics on life in Dublin for me is the fact that women and girls outnumber men and boys in Dublin as a whole, yet in the city centre men are on top with a ratio of 52:48.
On occasion the historian may disagree with the writers. Many historians objected to the Digital Hub South project for example, on the grounds that, as the Bord themselves noted, it was not “…sufficiently sympathetic to the historic character” of the Liberties area. Yet on other occasions, like School Street and Bridgefoot Street, one would find it difficult to disagree on the need to build up. It’s a great irony that at the start of the Celtic Tiger the highest building in the city was Liberty Hall, and today it remains so.
This is a fascinating read. Statistics, graphs and research that really gets you thinking about your city. I can see it on the coffee table for a long time to come.
The challenge, Redrawing Dublin notes, is to make Dublin a “..world-class city for all its citizens”. The great debate is just how we do that.
What better way to kick off the Post Xmas postings than with a post on Mod Fest, which is without a doubt going to be one of the most anticipated events of 2011. Jointly organised by Sean Fletcher and Modern Media, the two nights of cracking music is a steal for €49.50.
I’ve previously written a piece about the history of the Mod scene in Dublin, you can read it here.
Damien Dempsey- O Holy Night.
Merry Christmas to you all and thank you for the support over the course of our first year online. We wish you and yours the best for the new year.
On this note, I’m off for a few days. There’s work to do.
Here are the 2011 League of Ireland fixtures, just published today.
The first week will see two Dublin sides away outside the capital (the Saints in Galway and Bohs in Bray), Rovers at home to Dundalk and a Dublin derby (pfft!) between Sporting Fingal and the Belfielders.
Excellent. Get the calendar out.
The Warehouse Collective will be throwing their third, and most likely best, warehouse party this New Years Eve.
It’s definitely not one to be missed.
The first one was quite an experience. There’s something altogether exciting about getting a bus at 2am from the quays to a yet undisclosed location somewhere in the city. A smug feeling goes with it, knowing that your joining the party at the same time bouncers are throwing people out in the clubs around the city. Thanks be to god Dubliners now have options to party hard and late.
Hardliners may turn their noses up but until people start ‘letting themselves into’ empty buildings, we should be pretty grateful that people are putting the time and effort into organising these kind of warehouse parties.
I’ve been hearing lots of horror stories over the last week.
One of my friend’s Fiona had a dreadful 53 hour trip from Paris. My brother just managed to get back over to London today.
But there’s also been lots of tearful reunions at Dublin Airport. Also some hilarious moments. One of which was caught on camera. Check out this TV3 report: