Come Here To Me!

New Dublin Bus price-hikes from January 2012. €2.30 leaps by 35 cent to €2.65, and even schoolchild fares rise. Should be of interest to many here, get the jar out and start collecting coins again.

After less than 72 hours, Gil Scott-Herron vanished from Middle Abbey Street, and the New York drycleaners remained closed.

Cheers to Comrade ShaneO’C for causing the following clip to pop up on my newsfeed this morning. We’re big fans of Street Literature at CHTM! and the following is in a similar vein. Savage stuff.

I’ll be keeping an eye out for MissElayneous from now on…

Cheers to Julian for this one, snapped on the northside quays near to the Four Courts. Reported on the sixth, it apparently resembles a swimming pool down there.

…and this time, he brought his guitar. Here’s Ride On, the closing encore.

Christy showed up last night at the site, having dropped in previously for a cup of tea and promising to return.

Great stuff from ADW, one of our favourite street artists here in the capital. A great tribute to the late Gil Scott Heron, located on Middle Abbey Street.

Yeah the doctors don’t know, but New York was killing me,
Bunch of doctors coming round, they don’t know
That New York is killing me
Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee

Let me tell ya fast city ain’t living all
It’s cracked up to be
Fast city living it all
It’s cracked up to be
Yes seem I need to go home
And slow down in Jackson, Tennessee

I noticed Fade Street trending on Twitter and was taken aback that RTE had commissioned a second series of such a widely slated product. This series seems to have been relegated to the RTE online player, but like all the haters I had a quick look and the girls are still living happy in their bubble, without a clue who or what the fuck NAMA is.

I thought about how out of touch the show was when I was standing on Dame Street reading some of the protest signs, including one which says ‘Occupy RTE’. Brainwave.

Bring a tent. General Assemblies will be held in the bar with no name every evening at six. Christy Moore has been invited to drop down.

Amazing stuff this from Con Kennedy, giving the Irish a new currency we can all take pride in.

Of course, this isn’t the first great piss-take on the Irish currency. Who could forget Will St. Leger’s ‘Bertie Bills’, left at Molly Malone.

Like Molly and the people of Zimbabwe, we’ll all be pushing wheelbarrows of cash around soon.