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Little John and Dublin

Robin Hood and Little John
Walkin’ through the forest
Laughin’ back and forth
At what the other’ne has to say

With the upcoming release of Robin Hood (May, 2010) starring Robin Crowe, it’s fitting to look at the enduring but surprisingly little researched local legend that suggests that Little John of Robin Hood fame visited Dublin in the 12th century.

The first reference I could find comes from Richard Stanihurst who wrote in in 1577 that:

“In the yeere one thousand one hundred foure score and nine … little John was faine to flee the realme by sailing into Ireland, where he sojornied for a few daies in Dublin. The citizens being done to understand the wandering outcast to be an excellent archer, requestd him hartilie to trie how far he could at randon; who yeelding to their behest, stood on the bridge of Dublin, and shot at the mole hill, leving behind him a monument, rather by his posteritie to be woondered than possiblie by anie man living to be counterscored” (1)

Joseph Cooper’s Walker’s Historical Memories of the Irish Bards (1786) fleshes out the story:

“According to tradition, Little John (who followed his master to this country) shot an arrow from the old bridge to the present site of St. Michan’s Church, a distance of about 11 score and seven yards, but poor Little John’s great practical skill in archery could not save him from an ignominious fate; as it appears from the records of the Southwell family, he was publicly executed for robbery on Arbour Hill.” (2)

The “old bridge” mentioned is the Father Matthew Bridge which has been there in one shape or another for over 1,000 years. A very interesting article on the history of this bridge by Frank Hopskins, which mentions the Little John legend, can be read here.

Father Matthew Bridge where Little John allegely shot an arrow all the way to Oxmanstwon.

The Dublin University magazine (1857) suggests that “after the dissolution of the band in Sherwood forest … (Little John) while jouring for a few days in Dublin exibited to the citizens by shooting an arrow from the Old Bridge to a distant hillock on the northern side of the city, thence styled in after time ‘Little John’s shot'” (3)

The historical memoirs of the city of Armagh (1819) mentions in passing that “Little John … had visited Dublin about the year 1188 and had shot an arrow from Dublin – Bridge to the little hill in Oxmantown” (4)

The wonderfully named Pat Chat wrote in the Irish Times in 1882 that “Little John … exihbited feats of archery … (but) was then hanged at Arbour Hill for robbery” (5)

Earliest known image of Little John.

D.H.W in his article entitled ‘Little John in Ireland: An Exile from Sherwood” (1928) proposes that Little John and his followers “lived in the woods outside Dublin, round Arbour Hill” and reiterated the the tale that “he was caught in Dublin … (and) was publicly executed on Arbour Hill”. (6)

Like most of things concerning Robin Hood, little can be backed up by historical evidence. For example, Little John is reputed to be buried in a churchyard in the village of Hathersage, Derbyshire. A modern tombstone marks the supposed location of his grave, which lies under an old yew tree.

However, I much prefer the version that he was hanged at Arbour Hill and is buried a few feet below Connolly.

Footnotes:

(1) Richard Stanihurst cited in Jeffery L. Singman, Robin Hood: the shaping of the legend, (Westport, 1998), p. 27

(2) Joseph Cooper, Walker’s Historical Memories of the Irish Bards, cited in James Collin’s, Life In Old Dublin (Dublin, 1913), p. 53

(3) Dublin University Magazine (Vol. 50), (Dublin, 1857), p. 108

(4) James Stuart, The historical memoirs of the city of Armagh, (Newry,1819), p. 201

(5) Pat Chat, The Irish Times, Saturday, May 20, 1882, p. 1

(6) D.W.H, The Irish Times, Friday, June 22, 1928, p. 4

Rip Her To Shreds

Blondie- Out In The Streets (The Shangri La’s)

I’ve seen Blondie 2.0.

Is it the same? I don’t know to be honest, but it’s damn good. Leonard Cohen 2.0 is probably better than Vintage Leonard Cohen owing to a clean lifestyle , The Pogues 2.0 can still stand which is a success in itself, and a whole host of other 2.0’s, ranging from Roxy Music to Moving Hearts, haven’t disappointed the public too much.

I’m not exactly in a hurry to part with money at the moment (Pity the poor student) but a return from Blondie may change that. I can remember the first time I played Parallel Lines, and it’s been up the top of the pile since. That album has Picture This, Hanging On The Telephone and Heart Of Glass for starters.

Fair enough, The Hunter sucked (and sucked bad) but by the 1990s all was well again. Actually, thinking about it, maybe the Blondie 2.0 comment is a bit out of order, as I’m actually pretty fond of No Exit.

I can remember a painful trip to Ryan Tubridy on the couch during one of their last visits over, which was nearly as bad as listening to The Hunter, and only saved by a brief set at the end of the show. Saying that, I don’t think I’ve ever rushed into the room when I’ve heard the old dear yelling “that band you like are on the telly”. It’s normally Wikipedia researched nonsense.

There is something to be said for gigs like Blondie, The Specials and their sort when your Mam and Dad get an excuse to get their own Harrington Jackets out from under the stairs, but even if it’s not the 1970s, it’s worth a trip to tick another one off the list.

Blondie at Vicar Street
€49.20 22 June.

Someone on The Bohs forum recently posted a link to a nostalgia packed Panini Italia ’90 sticker album that brought memories flooding back. Co-incidentally, last Saturday, I managed to get my hands on an absolutely meticulous Euro ’88 era Ireland jersey for the princely sum of €1.60. Searching on-line, I found the very same jersey retailing here at £140 of your finest British pounds. Will I be flogging my jersey on? Not a chance. Where, might you ask though, did I find such a bargain? Well, Shelbourne Dog track oddly enough…

I picked this up for a bargain €1.60!

On alternating Sundays, Shelbourne Park and Harolds Cross play host to carboot sales. I hadn’t been to a boot sale for years and forgot that the general idea was to get there as early as possible.  Both of these bootsales open their gates at 8.30 in the morning, but following a busy day/ night on Saturday and a late breakfast on Sunday, we made in there at half two and unforunately most of the stalls were gone home or off to the beach to sun themselves.  Details of when and where the bootsales take place can be found here.

Bootsales; And the characters that run them. from Flickr

I played witness to some great conversations here, a couple of grannies delving into a box of religious memorabilia and muttering to each other “Jaysis, look, theres a lovely St. Francis Scapular.” (A scapular is like a set of felt religious dog-tags.) and “Lovely, three mass cards for a fiver.” Oddly enough this stall was run by a couple of young lads, not what you’d be expecting.

Anyways, a great day under the shadow of the magnificent new Lansdowne Road Stadium (I absolutely refuse to call it the Aviva; anyone who does, deserves a clatter on the back of the head,) on the best day of the year so far, along with the Ireland jersey, I picked up a St. Pauli shirt and a Dubliners 7″ with “Surrounded  by Water” on one side and “Dublin in the Green” on the other side. With a bit of shamelessness on my part, and the stallholder asking for a fiver, I told him I’d give him two quid for it. And he accepted. Good buzz! I’ll be heading along to the Harolds Cross one next week, I’ll let ye know how I get on!

They’ve got some neck

If you’ve been reading the blog for a while now, you might remember I posted up a picture of a Labour Party poster back in February that was basically rotting away on a pole in Palmerstown for a good seven months after the local election. Right at the bus stop, every day looking down on the commuters like a bad reminder of summer.

Strolling through town last weekend, I noticed this one at the Elverys up by Stephens Green, a relic of Lisbon 2.0 in October 2009. Nothing bugs me more than political parties and well funded campaign groups being quick enough to get up a ladder (or pay for someone else to get up a ladder) and then sometimes taking literally months to get back up the thing.

Not too much editing you can do to a Giraffe, but “whos yer granny” won the day last time out:

The offer made in an earlier post of €25 for a mint condition Royston Brady poster still stands.

Shortly after escaping. Mae Burke, Eithne Coyle and Linda Kearns, Carlow 1921. Notice that they are standing on the Union Jack flag.

It’s been a good week for me as far as documentaries go. Along with the fantastic Seamus Ennis effort from RTE linked to below, TG4 has been on the ball too, with Ealú, a brilliant effort revolving around Nurse Linda Kearns.

Link to documentary online, at TG4 Beo.

Only two days into the 1916 Rising, Nurse Kearns set up a temporary hospital at North Great George’s Street. This hospital was designed to provide medical aid to both British and Irish wounded. This temporary hospital was closed by military orders. Linda was to become a more active part of the republican movement after the Rising.

Interesting information on her activity on behalf of the IRA can be found in Sinead McCoole’s No Ordinary Women. Linda was never a member of Cumann na mBan for example, though did provide lectures to the women of the movement, as Doctor Kathleen Lynn had before the insurrection. The nursing home Linda ran in Gardiner Place also functioned as a sort of hiding spot for republican men on the run.

Cal McCarthy’s excellent study of Cumann na mBan (Cumann na mBan and the Irish Revolution) quotes the report of the Sligo County Inspector following the arrest of Linda Kearns in November 1920.

“On 20-11-20 a police and military patrol stopped a motor car driven by nurse Belinda Kearns of 29 Gardiner Palace Dublin and found therein ten service rifles, four revolvers, 403 rounds of service rifle ammunition, 23 rounds of revolver ammunition and a quantity of equipment.”

Linda Kearns

The report went on to state that three male suspects were arrested in the motor car, and that crown intelligence ascertained that “…Miss Kearns has for the past two years been the medium of communication between Head Quarters IRA Dublin and County Sligo”

Linda did time in a number of Irish prisons before being sent to Walton Prison in Liverpool, where she went on hungerstrike. From here she was sent to Mountjoy Prison.

In The Jangle of the Keys, her highly regarded personal history of her time in a variety of British and Free State run Irish prisons, Margaret Buckley wrote at length about the 1921 escape from Mountjoy.

Linda Kearns was largely responsible for the planning of the sensational Mountjoy escape, and entered with great glee into organising it”

A sympathetic wardress had seen to it that the girls were able to get their hands on a wax-mold of the key needed for their escape.

“It was Hallowe’en. Word was sent out; signals agreed on; and time and place fixed…”

The female prisoners were participating in a football match, Cork versus the Rest of Ireland. The Rest of Ireland won, but that was irrelevant. The prisoners created plenty of noise, and the four female prisoners plotting their escape seized the moment. Linda Kearns, Eithne Coyle, Mae Burke and Eileen Keogh made their move. Throwing a small perfume bottle over the wall at the agreed spot, a rope ladder was returned. Linda went first, due to ill-health, followed by Eileen Keogh, Mae Burke and lastly Eithne Coyle. Linda Kearns would find shelter at an IRA training camp in Carlow until the signing of the Anglo Irish Treaty.

Amazingly, Linda Kearns was to play a role in the Civil War too, ensuring she earned all her republican stripes! Having failed to gain entry to the Four Courts, she found herself in a variety of locations throughout Dublin tending to the wounded. When the focus of the battle in Dublin shifted entirely to O’ Connell Street, the stretch from the Hammond to the Gresham Hotel was occupied by something in the region of 100 republican combatants.

Margaret Ward noted in her study of the role of women in Irish nationalist history (Unmanageable Revolutionaries) that Cathal Brugha himself had to appeal strongly to the 30 women to leave, as the fight looked doomed. Three remained. Alongside Kathleen Barry and Muriel MacSwiney (The widow of Terence, The Lord Mayor of Cork who died on hunger strike) was Linda Kearns.

Free State armoured car, photographed during the Civil War in Dublin.

Linda Kearns witnessed the wounding of Cathal Brugha, who had refused to surrender to the forces of the new state. She held his severed artery between her fingers as he was driven to hospital, but he would die two days later. Cumann na mBan activists stood guard over Brugha when his body lay in state.

Her story is an amazing one, and by no means ends there. Nor does it start on North Great George’s Street.

In his wonderful biography of Kevin Barry (Kevin Barry And His Time), Donal O’ Donovan wrote that “Linda Kearns of Sligo, a trained nurse, is one of those people who was in everything during the War of Independence and the Civil War, but has not yet got her due meed of praise”

This fantastic effort from TG4 is most worthy of your time, and finally sees to it that Linda Kearns gets some of the attention she deserves.

(Update May 2012: I will be presenting my work on Arthur ‘Neal’ Wicks on May 26 at the 7th annual bookfair)

 

This is how Charles Saurin (Irish Volunteer 1914 – 16 and Officer IRA 1917-21) described an individual called ‘Neale’, an English socialist who was stationed with Saurin in the Hotel Metropole during Easter Week. Neale, who saw action in Fairview on Easter Monday and the Vitriol Works on Tuesday, was to be fatally wounded on the Thursday during the evacuation of the GPO.

However, you won’t find his name on many of the Easter Week rolls of honour and you certainly won’t find any plaques dedicated to him in the city.

The Hotel Metropole after the Rising.

For approximately two years I’ve been trying to research the life of this character who I think grew up in Norwich nd was involved in a hotel strike in London in 1913. I believe that his real name was Arthur Wicks and that he was known to by his comrades as Neal/Neale. The many variations of his name and the fact that he was commonly known by a nickname has been a considerable obstacle in trying to research his early life.

By this stage, I’ve completely exhausted all secondary sources. I’ve managed to collate a lot of information on his movements in Easter Week and a little bit on his early life. My next objectives are to cross reference the 1916 Witness Statements for references of Neale, try to access British state archives to see if he was under any sort of surveillience during his trade union activity in London in 1913 and go through the English left publications of the period to see if there were any mentions of him during his time in London or to mark his death in 1916.

With study, work and everything else it’s been hard to find time to research the life of this elusive individual, let’s just hope I’ll have something written by 2016.

Terminal.

Pretty unbelievable really. You come that far. You get cars on the roads, iPhones in the kids hands, you manage to keep drinks cold and keep rooms warm, and yet ash can keep millions from the air. Ash. The same ash from ye olde times, you know…big bangs and dinosaurs.

As my younger brother, Luke, pointed out earlier on, with all this one can’t help but be reminded of a certain song from the late American folk singer, Malvina Reynolds. The Little Mouse.

A little mouse got into the wires
At the central clearing house in Buenos Aires.
One little mouse short circuited the computers,
Says a press dispatch from Reuters….

You can have a national public sector strike and get a letter in the post, hop onto a Dublin Bus or go shopping around town. Volcanic ash from Iceland but, that’ll ruin your weekend.

Perhaps a tad ‘NSFW’. If you’re too old to know what that means, never mind.

Firstly, before the song. They had me at this. It’s WB Yeats, if he was a Sega Mega Drive character.

That’s the cover of A National Light, coming in May from Dublin band The Rags.

I stumbled across this band on another website, you know the one. One friend posts it, another friend shares it, and the cycle continues.

Anyway, do I know anything about their music? Hmm, nothing beyond what I’ve seen in the video above, and the few tracks I’ve played over on their MySpace (remember that?). But christ, what a video. Yeah yeah, so it’s loaded with a load of randomers off the internet, this is true.

Look a bit closer but, and there’s a bit of Dublin in there. I’ve spotted two popular nightclubs and a familiar face or three. A couple of internet memes chucked in, a few eejits with guitars, big gangs of lads kicking seven shades out of each other (and that could well be from outside a Dublin Derby, if you believe the papers) and all I’m not really getting is Hitler. Suppose, when you’ve everything else in your music video……

The song is very catchy, it’s been in my head all day. I really like the sound of this one, and the fact it’s clearly a Dublin band from the vocals (Nothing like that ‘Never been to London’ indie-band accent) , not to mention how strong the lyrics are. On the back of this and the other songs I’ve heard on their site, I look forward to hearing more. There seems to be a slew of EPs and Singles out there already, before pixely-faced Yeats hits the shelves.

They’ll be in Whelans on the 29th of May, in a post-exam world.

“Our time was never really well invested
Or thoughtfully spent, keeping abreast of the rent
And when I walk home, it’s usually alone
That way I won’t lower the tone”

Low lie the fields of Belfield Bowl
Where once we watched the great college play
Evan McMillian is our captain
We have dreams and songs to sing
Of the glory round the fields of Belfield Bowl…

I recently wrote a brief bit on the new UCD noisey fans section (they don’t seem to like the term Ultras), who I noticed down at Richmond Park (Who, to their credit, kept singing at 3 goals down. “3 nil, and you still won’t sing…”, coming from Block B)

“Fair play to the lads behind it, as if you can get something like that off the ground at Belfield, you can probably do it anywhere. That’s not having a go at UCD AFC as a team, but it’s probably fair to say if you’re in UCD and a League of Ireland fan- you went there with a team in your life already. Shels, Bohs, Pats, Rovers and a few more to boot, the city is carved up nicely. If you haven’t fallen for a side by the time you go to college, it’s unlikely you’ll become a diehard out of the blue”

Belfield 2011?

Anyway, The University Observer, the official paper of the UCD student body, has just carried out this fantastic interview with the lads behind the new group.

“It’s a bunch of lads having a bit of craic,” he began, musingly. “We’ve always gone to League of Ireland games but not really to support one team. We just said this year we’re going to take on a team and reckoned UCD would be the team with the least fans. So we decided we’d be their fans.”

Some business savvy individual at UCD AFC sorted the lads out with Season Tickets and since then they’ve been attracting a few new individuals, joining with them on match nights. This really is a success story in my own opinion, bringing a bit of life to the game at Belfield.

My only criticism of the lads? Far too nice. Coming to Inchicore and not going beyond a round of ‘Same old Patricks, always cheating’. Whatever about the ‘junkie’ abuse from other Dublin clubs, or the abuse we return- the game is nothing without it. Get stuck in lads. Tax robbing bastards owe us nothing else.

Get Innocuous

If you’re getting along to LCD Soundsystem next Tuesday (you lucky git) be sure to swing up to this one in The Button Factory afterwards.

It is in times of severe recession when charities need money most, but of course many of us don’t have the money to give. The fact that the doortax from this DJ set is going to the homeless makes it a very worthwhile cause, and for broke youngsters it’s nice to be able to dance like a fool and do your bit. It doesn’t take a genius to notice a major increase in the amount of homeless people on the streets of Dublin in the last year or so.

“all proceeds go to the ‘They Are Us’ project in aid of the homeless in Dublin”

Tickets can be picked up at The Good Bits, All City Records, or over on tickets.ie

Now, have a song. All 10 minutes of the Soulwax remix of Get Innocuous. God, I love this.

Clarke’s Dublin

In 1897 J.J. Clarke left Castleblayney, Co. Monaghan, to study medicine at the Royal University, Earlsfort Terrace, Dublin. He was a keen amateur photographer and the pictures here were all taken between 1897 and 1904. What is most remarkable for the time is his almost journalistic eye for catching people in candid shots rather than photographing formal poses or streetscapes. He died unmarried at the age of 82, and 300 original prints or glass negatives survived to be donated to the archive by his nephew, Brian Clarke.

You can view the whole collection here .

Can you work out what modern watering hole the women are walking past in the last photo?

Man with umbrella standing at the junction of Nassau Street, Grafton Street and Suffolk Street. Hamilton, Long and Co., Apothecaries, No. 107 Grafton Street in background.

Men walking outside cigar shop on Grafton Street. Two men in foreground, walking past No. 67 Grafton Street, R. G. Lewers, ladies outfiting and baby linen warehouse, and No. 66, Tobacconists.

Car driving past the Shelbourne Hotel, St. Stephen

Man in top hat strolling on Earlsfort Terrace. Building in the background is possibly no 1A or No. 1 Earlsfort Terrace. The spire of the Magdalen Asylum and Church on Leeson Street is visible in the background.

Two women, both wearing hats, one wearing fur collar, walking outside Nos. 94 & 95 Grafton St., Edmond Johnson Limited Jewellers.

Woman walking past stationery shop, O

The Cast Of Cheers

I’ll do anything other than write essays at the minute. With four or five of the dreaded things at my front door ringing the doorbell, I’ve disconnected the thing and set the phone calendar back a few days. Not really, but I’m not far off.

Anyway, yesterday during one of my ‘breaks’ from Microsoft Word I finally got around to checking out a Dublin band I’ve wanted to give a listen to for a long time now, The Cast Of Cheers. Not even the term ‘Robot Rock’ was putting me off. I’ll pop into town and buy the album I figured.

The.Album.Is.Bloody.Free

Write ups like this one, from Nialler9, convinced me it was worth the right click/save.

“The album is a fully-formed 33-minute blast of post-punk, looping post-rock, tightly-wound songs with echoes of touchstones like Battles, Foals and Death From Above 1979”

You can download the entire thing here
Goose, which has been in my head all day, is the stand out track for me. For those of you who don’t like clicking external links because you haven’t read all the great, great content below this post, I’ve embedded it below here. Give it a play, and then do the right thing and fill your MP3 player.


Still, even after playing that a good five times, I’d be lying if I claimed to have a clue what Robot Rock is.

If I get those damn essays out of the way,
28th April – Whelans – with Crystal Antlers.
looks just a bit appealing.

Antlers being second only to Swing, and not Castles- in the Crystal Department.

Do you see what I've done there?