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    Digging the Dead Zoo

    You stroll in the door and you walk back in time… Back into a world of Victorian exotica.

    With the polished wood, the old brass fittings and the glass cases, you feel enveloped in the comfort you find in a good old pub. But this isn’t a pub. This is a place of learning. Or to be more precise, this is a place of fun. This is the “Dead Zoo” or as it is more formally called, THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY.

    Situated between Leinster House and the Attorney General’s Office, this is a real gem of a museum. It’s been going now for some 160 years and not only is it one of the oldest public museums in the country, it’s also one of the most popular. Each year some 320,000 people visit the museum and enjoy all its Victorian charms for free. “Yes it’s free in,” Education Officer of Archaeology and Natural History, Siobhán Pierce exclaims proudly. Siobhán is joined by the Education Assistant, Geraldine Breen.

    The Darwin Flies are kept in the scientific collection because the museum itself only houses some 10,000 specimens at a time
    With backgrounds in archaeology, history and zoology, the two museum officials exude enthusiasm. Professionally they have hit the jackpot. They’re the proverbial kids in the candy shop. They got a job that also seems to be their vocation and they are just chomping at the bit, ready to lead us into the museum’s world of wonder.....
    https://dublin.ie/learning/articles/...7117A.facebook

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    Some previous ones

    t’s an addiction. It’s life threatening. It’s awesome.
    Huddling together in the bitter cold, on Friday the 13th, under a weak and feeble January sun, they all argue that there’s nothing better. Sure, there’s dramatic stories of nearly dying. But the group is adamant that the buzz is worth it. Great, they say, for the mental health. “It’s the perfect anti-depressant,” photographer Barry Delaney says. Listening to them, you hear the language of addiction, of love, of religion even.

    Welcome to Sandycove’s famous Forty Foot and its crew of year-round swimmers. It’s almost like a cult. But the freezing water keeps things real.


    Swimmers from all walks of life. Photo by Barry Delaney
    And there’s no mistaking the sense of community. Of camaraderie, wit and banter. “It’s like a great pub,” Barry says. Indeed a few of the swimmers say they were a little too fond of the booze in their day. Here it seems they’ve found nature’s 12 steps. But get to the last step here and you still have to dive into the freezing sea.

    https://dublin.ie/living/articles/the-forty-foot/


    The Duchess of Duke Street
    Wrapped from head to toe against the hostile elements, surrounded by a riot of colour which cuts a sharp contrast with the grey February day, meet the flower ladies of Grafton Street.

    They say the ladies are “the heart and soul of Grafton Street” and what helps save the road from becoming just another English high street. You’ll find the ladies bringing both wit and colour to the corners of Chatham, Harry and Duke Streets.

    Tina Kelly tells us she’s been selling flowers all her life, starting off aged 12 helping her mother when Grafton St still had two-way traffic. She has seen a lot come and go from her perch on Duke Street. Tina tells Dublin.ie that one time she even met The Duke himself. “Yeah I met John Wayne.” “Sure I met them all,” she adds. “Sean Connery… I was talking away to him, Liam Neeson, Pierce Brosnan, Lisa Stanfield. I met an awful lot of them. And sure Eric Clapton, well I was talking to him on the street for nearly two hours and I hadn’t a clue who he was.”

    A natural born story teller, you can tell Tina enjoys the banter that comes with the trade. Many of the customers are obviously regulars as there’s lots of first name usage. Sister-in-law Susanne, who mans the Harry Street corner, says “you have to enjoy talking to people.” And in case we hadn’t noticed, she adds: “Now I would be a talker!”

    https://dublin.ie/living/articles/th...rafton-street/


    4pm. O’Connell St. And it sounds like a Beckett play.
    Doom and gloom.
    Sitting and waiting.
    Waiting.
    Waiting for customers.
    “I suppose a fella gets to sit and read the paper all day. That’s what it’s come to,” says Austin Cregan, the third generation of his family to sell papers and magazines on the capital’s main street.

    Sitting in his kiosk near the Abbey St corner, Austin reaches behind him and takes out a laminated 2008 article from the Irish Times.
    It’s all about him and his father’s and grandfather’s life selling newspapers from the kiosk.
    “Read that,” he says to Dublin.ie.
    “Everything is in that. Except it’s worse. A whole lot worse.”
    So what about your son, will we be seeing him here manning the kiosk?
    “Are you joking? He wouldn’t touch it with a million mile pole, never to mind a barge pole.
    That bad?
    “Worse.”
    “It’s bollixed.”
    “Everything’s bollixed.”
    It all sounds a bit depressing.
    “Being depressed is part of life,” Austin laments.

    https://dublin.ie/working/articles/t...spaper-vendor/

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    Quote Originally Posted by Sam Lord View Post
    To be honest it never crossed my mind.



    Who are the latter Kev? Let us know so that we can avoid them.

    Man.
    I had almost forgotten the rancour of an outdated commissar.
    Ever think of a smile comrade?

    15 minutes with you
    I wouldn't say no
    To a date
    With Anne Applebaum.

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    Keeping the hand in as the saying goes, good man Kev!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Shaadi View Post
    Keeping the hand in as the saying goes, good man Kev!
    Trying to earn a buck if not a book.

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    Here'a little rant from last September about that ugly piece of orange bellicose sleaze they call Trump.
    And it comes with apologies to the good citizens of Anatolia who no doubt are legion despite the accusations of their coastal brethren.

    BEWARE DONALD TRUMP THE ANATOLIA MAN
    It's the standard con. Blame the other. Warn the mark about the ones over there. Don't trust them. Implicit in the cautionary tale is the presumption that you can trust us not them. It's a standard trope that any world traveller, well worldly wise world traveller, will instantly recognise. My old girlfriend Anne Moran n I had a term for it no matter where we were. In fact it became short hand for scam artists -apologies to all the honest decent Turks in question: Anatolia man. Out backpacking the Turkish coast in those halcyon days before the beaches - we left our safe European homes for - were bespoiled by the bodies of Syrian kids, the gravest threat we faced were the herds of men attracted siren like by Anne's red hair. And adding to the allure of the red hair was Anne's spellbinding asset.
    "Ms Anne you look like Ms Pam."
    That's Pam from Dallas.
    Far away Dallas. But that was cool. Sanitised. Safe. American Dream.
    No. No. Come here Ms Anne. (I was on the borderline of being tolerated and ignored. And I also seemed to serve as a guide to what was sexually acceptable: if I put my arm around Anne, beach Lothario felt he could too. But every move came with a cautionary tale:
    Beware Anatolia Man.
    Anne's legions of admirers and Anatolia cautioners grew vastly when food poisoning laid me low.
    Back on my feet two days later, it was near impossible to pay for a meal or groceries.
    Everything was a present for Ms Anne. The more genuine the gift the less intense the warning about Anatolia man.
    A couple of his greatest foes, however, rendered our life impossible. They wld follow our every move. They wld lie beside Anne on the beach whispering sweet warnings of Antolia man. Out snorkelling with conveniently loaned flippers n mask, I wld look to shore to see Anne's red hair sandwiched on her towel by two black haired gents. Both whispering terrifying tales of Anatolia man as they inched up the towel.
    Too much.
    The next day we hopped the bus to Istanbul.
    20 hrs later we walk out of an Istanbul bus station.
    Only to hear a taxi horn blaring.
    "Ms Anne, Ms Anne," a man screamed.
    "Beware Anatolia man!" the taxi driver screamed.
    Actually that's a lie.
    He screamed
    "Ms Anne I meet you in Dacha," referring to the coastal down we had just left.
    During a wonderful week in Istanbul, we ended up in a late night bar. A wild dive joint. Dwarfs dancing on tables. A reek of underworld. Around the same time I noticed our dodgy drinking partners were packing pistols I realised they were not asking me the price of my hotel room. But how much for a sojourn with Ms Anne in a hotel room. As I informed Anne Anatolia man was actually at the table, bad lieutenant was warning me about the local Anatolia men. I forgot the name their place of origin.
    Dodgatolia.
    But we got out of that scrape and many others around the world.
    In far flung villages in the Vietnamese highlands, it was beware Saigon Man. And Saigon scammers wld say beware Cambodia Man.
    And always throughout the following decade or so, whether talking to the local policeman or late night tuk tuk driver, we wld get the supposed friendly warning that actually signalled dodgy intent.
    "Beware Anatolia Man!"
    Watch out for the other, I caution, as I rob you.
    So when it comes to that racist, rapist, lying cheating, daughter leching, hate spewing, tax hiding piece of filth that is #DonaldTrump, I got one thing to say - and with apologies to the good people of Asian Turkey:
    BEWARE ANATOLIA MAN
    And be very ******* aware of that Yankee Nationalist Socialist

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