Thank God for Cork Street
Wednesday, June 14th, 2006I was in Dublin today for another interview. My knees are still aching from the cramped train - up and down in one day is not a good idea, over six hours without a chance to stretch your legs cannot be good. Now I know how Roy Keane must feel… I would retire myself, only I don’t actually have a job to retire from.
In Dublin, the petrol stations rob you - 128.9 for regular unleaded petrol. I got fleeced by a crafty beggar who caught me off guard by asking for “€4.50 to get home to Westmeath”. With all these thoughts of robbers going through my head I should have known better than to walk back from the interview. I do this all the time - in London, Dublin, America - whenever I’m in a strange city I just randomly choose a street which looks important enough that it might eventually lead to the train station, and ten minutes later I find myself alone in a suit outside a block of boarded up flats with a big ‘rob me’ sign over my head. After about 30mins wandering through some dodgy looking parts of Dublin today, I ended up in a place called ‘Cork Street’ and then I knew everything would be OK.
I’m very glad to see that there is going to be tougher legislation introduced regarding attacks on emergency services, following this attack on a fireman who was responding to a call. Attacks on the emergency services by young scumbags with stones/bottles/roadblocks are common all over the country, Cork included, and its one thing that makes me very angry. This is something that should not be tolerated even once, never mind allowed to continue for years. Just load the back of a firetruck full of Gardaí with tranquilizer guns, drive around The Glen/Ballybeg/Fairview/Moyross and set them loose as soon as the first stone hits the windscreen.
I hear stories about parts of Cork being ‘no-go’ areas to Gardaí… perhaps I’m being naive, but how bad can it be? Isn’t it just a load of kids who are chucking the stones and bottles at emergency services? If you are wondering - no, I have never been to any of these areas at night, and yes, I would be scared to bejesus (I was wary enough as it is in broad daylight today), but I’m not a policeman.
Speaking of Gardaí, I had to laugh at this Bebo movie of two of them being pushed into a river, via TCAL. Reminds me of when I was in Killarney last year before the Snow Patrol / Paddy Casey concert, I was there very early so the streets were totally empty but the Gardaí were patrolling anyway. One of them was walking down an empty closed-off street by himself trying to look dignified and authoritative, when a small dog ran out of one of the houses and attacked him - bit onto his uniform at the hip and wouldn’t let go… the guard was terrified, trying to shake him off and run away at the same time. Wish I had caught that on camera.





“His eyes were like steel; cold, hard. Had a shock of hair… red like the fires of Hell.”
Remember those golden boxes with question marks on them in Super Mario… the ones that you used to bump with your head in order to get a mushroom or a flower? 
