Posted in Dublin History, Social History on December 30, 2010| 1 Comment »
Someone picked me up a series of 1916 press cuttings from the English papers of the day at Christmas. These two are great. Some of you may have seen the images before, but for those who haven’t, look at the man just casually observing the situation in the first, while in the second we have a few true Dubs out for a quick buck before the smoke settles. We’d all have done it too.
Posted in Dublin History, Social History on December 19, 2010| 1 Comment »
Chapters of Dublin is a wonderful resource, and one I come back to time and time again. There, I recently found J.T Gilbert’s excellent History Of Dublin, a work I had frequently seen referenced but never read myself. Chapters of Dublin have volume 1 of the work online, where it can be read for free. This folks, is what the internet is for.
Volume 1 focuses on the areas around Christchurch and Dublin Castle, with Fishamble Street particularly fascinating.
In Fishamble-street were the “Swan Tavern” (1639), the Ormond’s Arms” (1662), the “Ossory” (1664), and the “Fleece Tavern” (1666). The locality of the latter, on the western side of the street, is still indicated by “Fleece-alley,” which, in the last century, was chiefly occupied by velvet eavers, man of whom were distinguished for the beauty and richness of the fabrics which they manufactured.
Here, in the reign of Charles I., was the “London Tavern,” which in 1667 is described as “a timber house slated, a base court, a back building more backward, and a small garden in Fishamble-street.” In this tavern was the office of Joseph Darner, a noted usurer, who in a contemporary elegy is described as follows:-
“He walk’d the streets, and wore a threadbare cloak;
He” dined and supp’d at charge of other folk;
And by his looks, had he held out his palms,
He might be thought an object fit for alms.
So, to the poor if he refused his pelf,
He used them full as kindly as himself.
Where’er he went, he never saw his betters;
Lords, knights, and squires, were all his humble debtors.
And under hand and seal, the Irish nation
Were forced to owe to him their obligation.
Oh! London Tavern, thou hast lost a friend,
Though in thy walls he ne’er did farthing spend;
He touched the pence when others touch’d the pot;
The hand that sign’d the mortgage paid the shot.”
Posted in Dublin History, Social History, tagged DMT, Dublin Mean Time, Time Act 1916 on December 18, 2010| 5 Comments »
Surely ‘Dublin Mean Time’ is one of the great pub quiz/pub banter phenomenons of Irish history? DMT meant that for many years we in Ireland were in fact 25 minutes and 21 seconds behind of ‘them across the water’, a situation that remained in place until October 1 1916, when the Time (Ireland) Act brought Ireland into line with Great Britain.
Incredibly, prior to October 1916, there had been some hostility to the idea of synchronizing our watches with Britain. In August 1916, a letter appeared in the Irish Independent arguing against it on nationalist grounds! The writer noted that “the question is whether we should give up this mark of our national identity to suit the convenience of shipping companies and a few travellers”.
The Time Act became a political football in Ireland, an Ireland changed (changed utterly you could say….) by the events of Easter week. Edward Carson, The Irish Times of August 12 noted, failed to understand the controversy of it all. “All he could say was that if certain hon. members stopped this bill he would see that the Dublin Reconstruction Bill, or other bills, would also be treated as controversial and not allowed to proceed”
At a meeting of the Dublin Corporation, reported in the same edition of the Times, it is noted that one Mr. Briscoe opposed the motion of support for the adoption of Western European time, on the grounds that “…there was too much of the German method about European time.”
I first heard of DMT when reading 50 Things You Didn’t Know About 1916 by Mick O’ Farrell, but was recently delighted to see that having consulted the archives of The Irish Times for more information, Frank McNally would pen an excellent (as most of them are) An Irishman’s Diary on the very subject. It can be read here.
Even so, Dublin Mean Time had science on its side. It was also known as “Dunsink Time”, after the astronomical observatory in Finglas where the measurements were made. And as such it had gained a place in literature, via the inevitable James Joyce and Ulysses .
I’ve always told tourists and visiting friends alike that things move at a much slower pace in Ireland, but once we were a different people, 25 minutes or so behind of the busiest city in the empire.
Posted in Social History on December 2, 2010| 3 Comments »
My other labour of love besides the great CHTM! is the UCD Hidden History blog which is dedicated to collating the radical and social history of the college.
I’m not able to give it as much attention as I would wish but here is a quick summary of recent updates:
– In 1930, The Irish Times mentioned that in the grounds of Belfied there is a memorial called the Twelve Apostles Well. We reckon it’s buried pretty much dead centre under the dual carriageway, opposite the Montrose Hotel.
– A video from 1930s/1940s showing a group of UCD students dress up as the Ku Klux Klan for Rag Week.
– An advertisement for the 1978 Belfield Fringe Festival. (The Stiff Little Fingers played amongst others)
– Audio from John Cooper Clarke’s gig in the UCD canteen in 1981.
– Great collection of pictures and newspaper clippings from the UCD Agricultural Society.
– A 1988 article in the Sunday World about the current state of the UCD student bar.
Belfield campus, UCD. (1976)
Posted in Dublin History, Social History on December 1, 2010| 1 Comment »
Posted in Miscellaneous, Social History, Uncategorized, tagged Art, dublin, Dublin Graffiti, Graffiti, Maser, maser art on December 1, 2010| 9 Comments »
"A man’s ambition must be small to leave his name on a shithouse wall.” Maser lad, this doesn't apply to you.
By now you’ll have noticed that we’re fans of street art, and in particular a figure that goes by the name of Maser. We’ve covered pieces of his that have appeared around the city in the guise of his project with Damien Dempsey, his pieces at the Bernard Shaw and appearances at Oxegen. So I couldn’t help but grin when I spotted this in The Hophouse on Parnell Street the other week. I’m not sure if he is still tagging on bathroom walls, but when you consider Banksy pieces are selling for millions worldwide, with councils knocking end walls off houses with murals on them to flog to American arthouses, maybe I should have pulled this jacks roll dispenser off the wall. Could be worth a bomb some day…
The Hophouse. An institution in itself.
Himself and Damo might like this next pic, someones birthday cake from last week, I’m sure he won’t mind me putting it up here. All I can say is, his parents have great taste.
Love your cake today
Posted in Miscellaneous, Pubs, Social History, tagged Dublin Life, Dublin Stills, Photography, Social Photography on November 30, 2010| 1 Comment »
I’d love to say I took the pictures below but alas, I’m just not that good. They belong to a bloke I’ve only ever known as Janer who I met whilst serving my apprenticeship with the punks. I came across the images when working on another project recently; I’d thought his specialty was gig photography but when I browsed his albums on pix.ie, I came across some stunning pieces of social photography which Janer has kindly given me permission to reproduce here.
Meet Trixie and Duke
The Reader
Amien's Street pint on Stephen's Day
Its a hard thing to capture Dublin properly, but scrolling through the albums, be they pictures from gigs, reflective moments in pubs or images of Dublin streetscapes, Janer does a good job of it.
Christy sneaking in a quick pint
Dusk on St. Ignatius' Road
Wednesday Pints
Feet!
These images were all taken from different albums on Janers PunkRock profile, which can be found here. Cheers to the lad for letting me stick these up.
Posted in Football Articles, Miscellaneous, Social History, Uncategorized, tagged Bohemians, Bohs, dublin, football, League of Ireland on November 25, 2010| Leave a Comment »
In an article way back in April, when the IMF was still a bogey man the government used to terrify the unions, I wrote a quick piece on an auction taking place at the famous Whyte’s on Molesworth Street. On sale at that auction was a 1929/ ’30 Free State League winners medal- won that year by Bohemian FC.
So, when I heard the below picture was on sale at an auction in Dalymount with all proceeds went to Bohemian FC, my ears pricked up. What better way to satisfy three of my favourite things; Bohemians, history and photography than by buying this. I may have paid a little more than I thought I planned to for it but I myself think it was worth every penny.
Words cannot describe how chuffed I am to have this in my possession (click for larger image)
You may not be able to buy a clubs history, but you can hold onto a little bit of it, and thats what I feel like now. I don’t really feel like I own this picture, indeed, when Bohemians iron out this little blip it our history like I’m sure we will, I’ll most likely donate this picture to the club. Or maybe that’s just my optimism, hoping that the torrid time we’re going through is just a blip. But what else do we have to hold onto?
Autograph of J. McCarthy (fourth from left in main picture)
I’ll be getting it framed and mounted in the near future. When I get that done, I’ll check back in here, and give you some history behind a great era in Bohemians history, not unlike the one just passed. A bit of trivia before I go; the shed- like structure in the background are the old dressing rooms. Because of the corrugated iron on the roof, the structure got the nickname “The Hut,” now the name of the pre-game drinking hole in Phibsborough favoured by many a Bohs fan.
Posted in Dublin History, Social History, tagged booterstown, cross avenue, kevin o'higgins on November 24, 2010| 24 Comments »
O’Higgins, who was once called the ‘Irish Mussolini’, is one of the most notorious Free State figures and has been a figure of hate of republicans for generations. Between 1922 and 1923, he personally ordered the execution of seventy-seven republican prisoners including Rory O’Connor (who had been best man at O’Higgins’ wedding), Liam Mellows and Erskine Childers. A unapologetic social traditionalist, he famously remarked that was part of a generation of ‘the most conservative-minded revolutionaries that ever put through a successful revolution’. [1]
back row l-r: Eamon de Valera, O’Higgins and Rory O’Connor at O’Higgins’ wedding, 1921.
He was killed just before midday on Sunday, 10 July 1927 as he walked from his home Dunamase House on Cross Avenue to the Church of the Assumption on Booterstown Avenue. As he approached the junction of Booterstown and Cross Avenue, a man stepped out of a parked motor car and fired at point-blank range.
O’Higgins staggered, turned and began to run, followed by the man firing. O’Higgins collapsed on the other side of the road and two men came from the rear of the car and fired down at O’Higgins as he lay on the ground. The men then leaped into the car and drove off.[2]
The three anti-Treaty IRA men who killed him – Archie Doyle, Bill Gannon and Tim Coughlan – apparently saw him by chance. Gannon later recalled:
‘seeing him … we were just taken over and incensed with hatered. You can have no idea what it was like, with the memory of the executions, and the sight of him just walking along on his own. We started shooting from the car, then getting out of the car we continued to shoot. We all shot at him, he didn’t have a chance’.[3]
The motor car in which they used was believed to have been stolen from a Captain McDonnell on the night before. After the shooting, the car was later found abandoned at Richmond Avenue in close by Milltown. [4]
A weekly mass goer, O’Higgins was usually accompanied by his wife or by P. J. Hogan the Minister for Agriculture and his closest friend. This week however he was escorted by Detective O’Grady. When the two men were ‘between their house and Booterstown avenue’, O’Higgins sent the detective back to collect something that he had forgotten. It was later believed that the Garda escort was in fact sent to Blackrock to buy cigarettes [5]
O’Higgins was found lying by a ‘lamppost outside the gates of the house Sans Souci, which directly faces up Cross Avenue’ [6] by locals on their way to mass who heard the shots. Apparently local resident Eoin MacNeill was one of the first people to reach the dying O’Higgins. He was moved to his house and miraculously lingered on for another five hours. (Tens of thousands attended his funeral. You can see footage of it here.)
The Boards.ie user GusherING believes that there used to be a ‘little cross’ to mark the spot in which he was shot ‘near the entrance to Sans Souci’. A local history site confirms that there a ‘small cross inscribed on the present footpath’ that identified the location.
The question that now has to be asked is whether ‘historians’ like ourselves should be pushing to replace the cross that marked the spot of O’Higgins assassination. I think we should be. No matter your political views or opinions on individuals, historical moments in our city’s life should be properly identified.
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[1] Joseph Lee, Ireland 1912-1985: politics and society (Cambridge, 1989), p. 105
[2] J. Bowyer Bell, The secret army: the IRA (New Jersey, 1997), p. 61
[3] Richard English, The Armed Struggle (London, 2003), p. 45
[4] The Irish Times, Monday, July 11, 1927, p. 7
[5] The Irish Times, Monday, June 11, 2007
[6] The Irish Times, Monday, July 11, 1927, p. 7
Posted in Miscellaneous, Pub Crawls, Social History, Uncategorized, tagged Dublin Pubs, guinness, pubcrawl on November 22, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Unless you’re a newcomer to CHTM, you’ll know that on one Sunday a month the three of us, in the company of a small group of friends head out on a pub crawl, with pubs selected by one member of our troop but not revealed until we’re standing outside the door.
So, Halloween evening, and it was pubcrawl time again. This week, the pubs were selected by JFlood, the only person outside of the CHTM trio to have ventured to pick a route so far. The starting point was Charlemont Luas stop, not far from Ranelagh, so we had a fair idea what side of the city we were headed for. Four thirty was the alotted meet up, and we didn’t have far to go to the first stop, The Barge on Charlemont Street.
I’ve been told that on a warm Summers day, there’s nowhere like the place, getting your pint from the bar and then heading out to sit by the canal and enjoy it. No such luck today, four thirty, Halloween afternoon, dark and dreary Dublin. Not inside The Barge though, a large airy bar split into three levels, the ground floor, a mezzanine area and the second story. A beautiful place to look at inside, and spotless throughout; I was quite taken with the place on first impressions. What I wasn’t mad about was that most of the trade was taken up by a Sunday lunch crowd. Now this isn’t an offence in itself, but I’m not crazy on the idea of having a few scoops somewhere in the knowledge that there’s a family tucking into dinner beside me. The food looked and smelled great, but it was the Guinness we were here for. We took up position in an excellent little snug hidden upstairs with a couch and two arm-chairs squeezed into it and hit the bar to be welcomed by the news that the barman would drop down our pints; a nice touch. The pint, at €4.40 went down well- they obviously take pride in their presentation, as unlike a lot of places that do food, the glasses were spotless and the pint looked perfect. I quite liked this place, it was nice to be tucked away from the hustle and bustle, with the barman down to us after a few minutes asking if we wanted another. But, we were only staying for one so had to make our apologies.
The Barge Bar by Bill in DC, from Flickr
As expected, JFlood led us yet again away from our comfort zone of the city centre. His previous pubcrawls had taken us around The Liberties (my favourite pubcrawl yet by far) and Rathmines so it didn’t suprise me when we headed up Ranelagh Road.
The next pub was one I don’t think half of our group had ever set eyes on before, never mind set foot in. Hidden away on Mount Pleasant, behind the new school on Ranelagh Road and with rows of neighbouring on either side, The Hill is reminiscent, situation wise at least, of Gravediggers in Glasnevin- hidden away in residential area. But as often the case, a hidden pub can be a hidden gem and such is the case for The Hill. A smashing looking bar inside and out, this place looks like its been here since time began; they’ve maintained the Victorian stylings down through the years, and is the kind of pub that feels like its been passed down through generations. A quick look in the Irish Times archive shows it was last on auction in 1999 so that dispels that notion.
We got a few inquisitive looks as we entered, a definite sign of a locals bar, but thats to be expected as the bar lies off the beaten track. The barman again offered to bring the pints down and we sat ourselves in a raised seating area up the back, under the telly. And whilst Liverpool were on, and there were a few regulars watching, the volume wasn’t pumped up as it would normally be and we had no problem talking over it. Not too far away from Rover’s heartland of Miltown here so myself and DFallon exchanged a few nods at the expense of the regulars nattering about their lifting of the LOI trophy on Friday night. It did suprise me when one of them let a roar out of him when Liverpool scored with a few minutes to go- in Rovers absence from Miltown, he had obviously adopted an English club… Again though, a beautiful pub.
The Hill, Ranelagh. Pic by Hellplex, from Flickr
Obviously extended into one of the houses next door, the pub seems a lot larger inside than it does out. The pints arrived, and at €4.15 certainly weren’t to be sniffed at; the pint of the night for me. Conversation flowed in this place, and where we normally end up ranting about Michael Collins towards the end of our monthly pubcrawl, he was a target of out venom in our second pub here, (well, more the Neil Jordan film about him. A car bomb? In Dublin Castle? Now there’s historical revisionism.) Nice warm bar, interesting surroundings, great pint and a spotless jacks led this to be pub (as well as pint) of the night for me.
So back into the cold and dark and onwards to our next stop, Russell’s in Ranelagh village. Another eatery this, but as the evening was getting their wasn’t too many around. An odd place this, for while in was clean and tastefully decorated, it just lacked a certain something- there wasn’t much on the walls to distinguish what kind of a crowd it draws; normally you have a few pictures, snaps of locals or whatever. Russell’s? Nothing that we could see. According to one of the lads, its a big rugby pub, but you wouldn’t know it apart from the ads on the front doors. The pint came in at €4.40 and wasn’t too bad, less care for the presentation here though as two of the four pints were over-filled, while not a mortal sin, its something I know the Guinness quality control team frown upon.
Russells of Ranelagh from YPYounge.ie
Where the first two pubs oozed character, both I would say due mainly to their locations (The Barge right next to a lock and The Hill looking like it was just dropped into a row of houses by accident, I just couldn’t take to this place- it felt more restaurant or bisto than bar, and I don’t think any of us felt too comfortable here. Upstairs looked great, and the smoking area is out on a balcony which is a nice touch but we didn’t fancy the cold so we stayed inside, again up under a telly at the back of the bar.
So onwards to Smyths, just down the road, but not before a quick stop in the Ranelagh chipper and bags of chips all round here. Suprising to see the McDonalds on the corner closed; you’d think they at least would weather the recession- apparently not. Anyway, into Smyths, quite a nice spot, most of the tables inside occupied, and the ones that weren’t had glasses on them, suggesting a busy evening. With the football just over, I’d presume it was that. Up at the bar I ran into an ex- workmate of mine, a retired civil servant and she swears by this place; I trust her judgement.
Smyths of Ranelagh
As I said, there was a decent crowd in here, so we made our way out to the smoking area. Wood panelled, well heated with a flatscreen showing La Liga, we were all happy here. There are Trinity residences around the corner and what we presume were some of the residents, most of whom embraced the halloween spirit and were wearing fancy dress, took up most of the area, but we found a nice little corner right under a heater. The pint, at €4.45 was the business, well presented, a decent head and tasted great; or my belly may just have been happy from the bag of chips ten minutes earlier. One of the lads definitely got costume of the night approval from CHTM anyways as Super Mario walked past, moustache specially grown for the occasion. Legend. We stayed for a couple here, comfortable as we were, and Smyth’s is definitely a spot I’d have no qualms about coming back to.
I’ll be honest and say this is where it starts to get hazy. JFlood had the next spot picked, McSorley’s, only a few doors down. Chris, my old workmate had told me to head up there either way, recommending it as a great spot. And it was a great spot, though not necessarily my kind of spot. The barman was dead-on, dressed in the garb of the local secondary school, we knocked a bit of craic out of the American football on the telly that nobody seemed to be watching except him.
McSorleys, Ranelagh. from their Facebook
As I said, a nice place, candle lit tables lined the walls, and several of them were occupied. Where Smyth’s seemed to be a youger crowd, McSorley’s came across as more of a thirty- something spot. They do food, and I’d say the place gets busy on a Friday and Saturday night (its a late bar and so stays open until two o’clock at weekends) but tonight was just a steady stream of custom so we nabbed ourselves a high table close to the bar. Pints were €4.45 and there were no complaints.
We did visit one more pub, Birchall’s but I’d be doing it an injustice to try and review it as I simply can’t remember a thing about the place other than that the pints were somewhere around the €4.40 mark and were fine. And I’m sorry, thats all I remember, not from the drink, honestly. Myself and DFallon were sober enough to make our way back to the Luas stop, somehow befriend the drunkest woman in the world (by befriend, I mean she came up and started talking to us before lying down on the platform.) So there you are, six pubs, five that I remember. Standout of the night though had to be The Hill. But for it’s Rovers associations, it’d be perfect.
Posted in Music, Social History, tagged berlin, D.C. Nien, jaroc, New Versions, Resistors, Rocky De Valera, sacre bleu, square meal, the atrix, The Teen Commandments, U2, zebra on November 22, 2010| 10 Comments »
(I’ve already written quite extensively on Dublin’s late 1970s/early 1980s Punk & New Wave scene. See The Sense of Ireland (1980), Dave Fanning & The Sportman’s Inn, Classic Dublin Punk/New Wave Singles (The search continues…), Dublin Punk & New Wave Venues (1976-84), The Blades; Revelations (Of 45s) & The Blades Are Sharp, The Atrix, The Spies, & D.C. Nien.)
Just For Kicks was a pivotal 12 track, black vinyl LP compilation, released by Kick records in December 1979, showcasing the very best of unsigned, new wave Dublin bands. U2songs have a considerable bit of information on the compilation here.
Kick Records, based out of 24 Upr. Fitzwilliam Street, was run by former UCDSU president Charlie McNally. He passed away in 2020.
It is a highly rare and coveted collectors item due to its limited pressing, the inclusion of U2 and for the fact that The Edge played bass on the Teen Commandments’ track “Something’s Better than Nothing”. Thus becoming the earliest recorded collaboration by a member of U2 with another act.
The executive producer was Charlie McNally, the recording engineer was Johnny Byrne, the record was ‘assisted by’ Paul Thomas and Master Production was by Windmill Studios. The cover was designed by Martin Devane, the record was pressed by Carlton Productions and printed by Massey Bros. Ltd. Dave Fanning (RTÉ Radio 2) supplied the sleeve notes.
This is the first time any of the songs below have been uploaded online. Enjoy.
The creative front cover of the LP. In the background, a street map of Dublin. The centre picture shows two figures with pints of Guinness for heads spilling drink on a table. Outside the window, Nelson
Side One:
1. U2 – Stories for Boys (U2, Copyright control)
2. Berlin – Stop Stop (Devon, Kick/Foxrock Music)
3. D.C. Nien – Reptile (D.C. Nien, Kick/Foxrock Music)
4. Rocky De Valera & the Gravediggers – Lady Loves to Rock’n’Roll (Rocky, Kick/Foxrock Music)
(Unfortunately this song was scratched on my copy. If anyone could go to the trouble of uploading this song, I’d be extremely grateful)
5. The Resistors – Service With a Smile (McStay, Break Publishing)
6. Sacre Bleu – Mademoiselle Goodnight (AK/Doyle, Raglan Music)
Side Two:
1. The Atrix – Treasure on the Wasteland (The Atrix, Endofearth Songs)
2. New Versions – Tango of Nerves (Byrne/Kiang, Kick/Foxrock Music)
3. Teen Commandments – Something’s Better Than Nothing (Byrne, Kick/Foxrock Music)
4. Zebra – Silent Partners (Deana McCormack, Manuscript)
5. Jaroc – Midnight Charmer (Morgan/McFarlane, Kick/Foxrock Music)
6. Square Meal – Love Attack (Baily/Belton, Darkfox Music)
Posted in Events, Football Articles, Miscellaneous, Social History, tagged Bohemians, Bohs, football, League of Ireland on November 15, 2010| 7 Comments »
The gem of a picture that accompanies this piece was spotted in Friday’s Metro by a good mate of mine. Now, I know the domestic season is over, the cup final done and dusted (with a deserved victory for Sligo Rovers, and their ex- Bohs talisman Joe Ndo) but this takes the biscuit, really pushing us as a nation of barstoolers to the limit. We often wax lyrical on here about the League of Ireland, no it doesn’t draw the masses, and no, its not always sexy. But its ours, and thats what counts. So seeing ads like this is a real slap in the face for the League- Football is not much better when watched from a pub, its much better watched from the steps of the Jodi Stand in Dalymount Park, or the shed in Richmond Park, even the bloody lego stand in Tolka Park is better than a pub.
Football is certainly not much better when watched from a pub. Photo credit, Ciarán Mangan
With the season over, I’ll miss the football. And considering our current predicament, this time next year I could be saying I’m missing Bohs. The thoughts of it are depressing. We are in danger but fans are rallying behind the club. Donations are coming in fast, and some very generous ones at that. Even a bunch of Sligo Rovers fans passed on some money on Sunday to go towards the €300, 000 needed for us to retain our license for next season. More of a reason to have cheered for the Bit o’ Red yesterday. I’ll do another piece on the subject later in the week but as well as the donations, there’s a fundraising night and a monster raffle being held in The Phoenix Bar, Dalymount Park this Saturday night, details here. I’d urge, not only Bohs fans but all LOI fans to drop in. I know we joke about “the league needs a strong Rovers,” but where would we really be without Dalymount Park? The original home of Irish Football, and a place that truly deserves National Monument status.
So that’s why when I was sent that picture above, a number of feelings stirred in me. Pity, for those who remain oblivious to their own national League. Contempt for the same people. Anger, at the short-sightedness of the advertisement. And sadness, that only if some of those the article targets made the effort to come to LOI games, clubs like Bohs, and Shams, Derry and Cork before them wouldn’t be in the situations they are/were in. You can stick your barstools where the sun doesn’t shine. Football is much better when watched from the steps of Block G.
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