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Snow joke so it isn’t.

Blanch youth send a Garda running. Apparently we’ve a few more days of this ahead.

Update: Shame on you YouTube, get a sense of humour!

Belvedere College Dublin.

From the back page of The Irish Monthly, August 1945. Excellent.

Took me three hours to get to Palmerstown from Maynooth today. It involved a delayed train, a packed luas and a lift from Kylemore Road at snails pace. At Connolly Station, I bought two coffees and decided I’d hand the second one to the first homeless person I spotted. I was hardly off the escalator before it was gone. Incredible to think people are on the streets on a night like this one. Let us all have some perspective, my three hours was nothing.

Got a laugh out of this, enjoy.

"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

http://www.maserart.com

Orson Welles’ Dublin Visit

Orson Welles (1915–1985), the celebrated American filmmaker, actor, theatre director, screenwriter, and producer, visited Dublin at the age of 16. Here, he made his professional theatrical debut at the Gate Theatre.

Following his graduation from The Todd School for Boys, Welles left for a tour of Ireland. For a brief (and depressing time), he traveled about the countryside (including a visit to the Aran Islands) on a donkey and spent his time painting “a lost Eden rich in romance and bounteous beauty”. [1]

Finding himself in Dublin, Welles visited the Gate Theatre, which had been founded three years previously. He fell in love with the atmosphere of the theatre, describing it as a place where “everyone works for the joy of working, the phrase ‘nobody works for money’ being particularly applicable” [2]

He presented the manager Hilton Edwards with an audacious note that proclaimed:

“Orson Welles, star of the New York Theatre Guild, would consider appearing in one of your productions and hopes you will see him for an appointment.” [3]

Welles's sketch of himself standing before the Gate Theatre in Dublin (1931).

Welles read for the part of the evil Duke Karl Alexander in an adaption of Lion Feuchtwanger’s Jew Suss and did enough to impress Edwards and partner Micheál Mac Liammóir that he got the part. His first night was marred by mishaps but he won a standing ovation in a brilliantly erratic performance. [4] Mac Liammóir later wrote that Welles’ put on “an astonishing performance, wrong from beginning to end but with all the qualities of fine acting tearing their way through a chaos of inexperience.” [5]

The Irish Times. Wednesday, October 14, 1931.

Review of Welles' performance. The Irish Times. Wednesday, October 14, 1931

He had earned his place as a bone-fide member of the company of the rest of the season and later went on to play Cldaius and the Ghost in a production of Hamlet. Apparently, he received some some bad reviews for Cladius but some very good ones for the Ghost.

While in Dublin, Weelers also wrote a ‘Chitchat and Criticism’ column for a weekly paper under the pseudonmyn Knowles Noel Shane. [6] Anyone know which paper?

Welles was unable to repeat his success in either London or New York and in March 1932, some eight months after leaving, he returned to Chicago.

Between October 1931 and February 1932, a teenage Welles played in five Gate productions; Jew Suss, Hamlet, Death Takes A Holiday, The Dead Ride Fast and Czar Paul. An experience which undoubtedly helped to shape and his professional career.

There you go.

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[1] Charles Higham, The films of Orson Welles (London, 1971), p. 6
[2] Richard France, Orson Welles on Shakespeare: the W.P.A. and Mercury Theatre playscripts (New York City, 2001), p. 7
[3] France, Orson Welles, p. 7
[4] Higham, The films of Orson Welles, p. 6
[5] Orson Welles and Mark W. Estrin, Orson Welles: interviews
(Mississippi, 2002), p. xxvii
[6] Michael MacLiammoir, All for Hecuba: an Irish theatrical autobiography (Boston, 1967), p. 129

Jim Larkin he ain’t.

Nice to see an eviction notice on the front of the Dail. It’s the work of Will St. Leger, who has previously brought us fake dosh featuring the mug of sports journo Bertie Ahern, the excellent ‘Famine and Byrne’ piece and more besides.

“It’s time we evict to lot of them, take back Leinster House and turn it into a hospital.”
Amen.

On the subject of street artists, this spraypainted message in Ballymun looks great with the words of Damien Dempsey and Maser towering over it. The city is awash with stencils, stickers, slogans and anger.

1986/2010.

Workers Party protest, Belfast 1986. Image from Belfast Telegraph.

And she’s back! On display in Dublin, November 27 2010. Image from Lookleft Magazine Facebook.

A day at the airport.

I was once on a Nitelink that just stopped on the way home from town because of snow. We hate the stuff, and don’t know how to deal with it. Waking up Saturday morning with a raging hangover (I’m 21 now, horray) I was off to the airport to catch a flight to Catalonia. Looking out the window, I knew I’d be spending more time in the airport than in the sky.

Below are a few things you can do to kill some time in the airport. It makes the whole thing a little more tolerable.


Go look at the angsty barstoolers:
There I am, sitting on my own reading The Phoenix annual when along comes Branno who I’m flying out with. “Head down there, Man United fans are going mad at the Guards!” We pop down for a look, and indeed they are. Green and gold scarves shout at the Guardians of the Peace, demanding that they make the snow feck off and the plane take off. It doesn’t work that way. Entertaining stuff.

Go for a pint: Everyone else has. All over the airport, delayed flight equals scoops. You can’t walk for all the abandoned pint glasses. Pint isn’t bad either.

Head for T2: If you want to go somewhere quiet and have a nap, this is a good bet. Let’s be honest, there’s nobody else there. Worth a look anyway.

Walk straight past the Gardaí: While waiting in a line to have our passport checked, we notice a number of automatic doors all around passport control opening whenever somebody on the far side gets close enough. Jesus H. Christ, how Irish is that?

Get yanks to buy you booze: The Duty Free area is a spectacle. Like dealers, every now and then you witness a native approach someone who looks like they’re heading a bit further than them. Money changes hands, and one can pick up a bottle of rum for next to nothing. Result.

Thumped’s effort for the Christmas No. 1. Good luck lads. Christmastime In Dublin Town is available to buy from iTunes for 99c right now. Money raised from sales will be donated to a Wet Hostel in Dublin city centre.

Initiated as an experiment in collaboratively creating a killer pop tune for Christmas by Thumped member Shneaky 6pack, this thing sprouted legs and is now hurtling up the iTunes Irish Pop chart. Board members each wrote a line, with each having seen only the preceding line, and when 12 lines were written… well, listen for yourself..

The level of solidarity this project has inspired amongst the members of Irelands most significant fully Independent music website has been staggering ,with people from all corners and genres getting involved to try put the kibosh on the usual muck we are forcefed annually at this time of year.

So, this song might well be muck too – but it’s the PEOPLES muck!

Death to the record Industry… LONG LIVE MUSIC! (oh and MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS)

Love, Shneaky 6Pack & the Christmastime in Dublin Town Gang!

Amazing. Absolutely amazing.

My favourite part is at 1:38 when an Irish citizen knocks out a Fianna Fail politician offering free cheese.

This is Dublin City

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.