Princess: Everyone in my school wants to know whether I support Manchester United or Liverpool. What should I say?
Me: For personal reasons, I’d prefer if you said that you supported Preston North End. Would you do that?
Her: No.
Dublin
Pressing Matters
On Saturday, I went to see number 10, Henrietta Street as part of the Open House weekend where all sorts of places are thrown open to the public. Number 10 is a beautiful former townhouse which has been a convent since the start of the 20th century. It was restored in 2003 and an architect involved in the restoration gave a fantastic tour.
I have fallen in love with Henrietta Street and want to live there. It is quite beautiful to look at with the King’s Inns forming the end of the street and very large early Georgian houses on either side. The area is very urban and edgy (what some people might call rough and dangerous) and the houses are beautiful, listed, huge and, in many cases derelict. As recently as 1974 they were tenements with 36 families living in one of the houses. Hassett and Fitzsimons has one for sale with the fantastically engaging description “unique refurbishment opportunity”. €1.85 million before you have at all begun your unique refurbishing. When I told Mr. Waffle all this with shining eyes on my return, he started to bang his head against the fridge. I suppose my only hope of moving there is either a) win the lottery or b) become a nun.
During the week my brother brought us up an enormous quantity of apples from my parents’ house in Cork. We took ourselves off to West Wicklow on Sunday morning where a look branch of the slow food movement were making an apple pressing machine available to those with plentiful apple crops. This was terrific. There were lots of children to play together while the grown ups made apple juice. Those attending ranged from bohemian couples with children with unlikely names to elderly protestant ladies. Although we were a bit outside the general demographic, it was great fun and I am contemplating shelling out some of my income to be notified of future events where I will be able to overhear more conversations along the lines of “I knew, just by looking at them that your children had to be homeschooled…” and “Have you met …, she’s a herbalist.” Also the Princess made a friend. They discovered that they were both from Dublin and arranged to meet at the Spire. I knew she had met a soulmate when the new friend said to her father, “Daddy, I am meeting my new friend at the Spire, when would be an appropriate time for us to meet.” [Emphasis added] To her great chagrin, her father replied “In about 6 years.”
Architecture 101
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I See Dead People
The Town Mouse delegation, being tourists, had been to visit the National Museum and spoke animatedly, if not enthusiastically, about the bog bodies. I think the words TM used were, “Someone should give those bodies a decent burial.”
Not having set foot inside the door of the National Museum since 2008, I decided it was time to bring the children to investigate. I keyed them up the night before, I made popcorn and gave it to them sitting on steps adjacent to the Masonic Hall before going in so that they would not be hungry. We passed through the shop safely and saw two bog bodies which were holding everyone’s interest nicely before Daniel announced that he needed to go to the toilet. This inevitably involved passing the cafe and after that, all was doom and gloom. Michael wept for crisps and did not stop until we got back to the car. The nice Garda who tried to cheer him up was treated with tears for her pains. The Princess ran off twice in a huff.
Culture is very tiring, I find.
The Fate of the Number 10 Bus
Since there seems to be some mild interest in the full page article in an allegedly national daily on the renaming of a local bus route in Dublin, here it is.
Looking on Twitter the other night when I should have been in bed, I see that on Thursday, September 30, Fiona McCann, Irish Times Journalist tweeted as follows:
RT @urchinette Urgently need to talk to people who regularly travel – or used to – on Number 10 bus on Dublin. Please RT, Dublin people!
Who pray is @urchinette? To be fair, she, at least, that this is something only likely to be of interest to Dubliners.
Ah well, here she is, the author of the article:
Twitter people who talked to me about the Number 10 bus – you are brilliant. The piece is in today’s Irish Times: http://bit.ly/9Dpv8O
Lads, is this journalism, really? I don’t mean to be unfair to the author and I suppose it’s a fluffy lifestyle piece that she was asked to do but still and all is it for the likes of this that I fork our my €2 (incl. VAT) of a Saturday morning?
Brazen it out
Colleague: So, despite everything I said, they have moved to this dreadfully rough part of Dublin.
Me (slightly coldly): Actually, that’s around the corner from me.
Her (enthusiastically): Well then, you know how bad it is.