Bus lanes for bus routes that donât exist. The bus lane on the Samuel Beckett bridge for instance.
Toast always smells nicer when someone else is making it. I prefer to butter my own toast though. I have a butter/marmalade combination that I wouldnât expect anyone else to get right.
The second para. Does anyone read these before they go up?
chicken balls
Scrambled eggs more Like.
poulet saint german
or fowl, red card
Kentucky fried kickinâ
Susie Aherne-Grey lives in a beautiful Georgian house in Terenure, with high ceilings and large windows.
But she fears losing three metres of her front garden under the Bus Connects plan, which will mean âtraffic will be flying past these windowsâ.
Her home is a protected structure, built in the 1800s. The age of the house certainly adds character, but also structural problems.
Cracks appear frequently in the walls, which builders fill in regularly. She is very worried about the effect that road-widening and uprooting trees will have on her house, considering its age.
She is also in a somewhat unique position, because her home is also her business. She has a Montessori school in her basement.
Three metres of her front garden are potentially going to be purchased by the NTA, including ancient trees.
"Now there is a bit of separation between us and the road. But if they take the three metres, youâre literally going to have the traffic flying past these windows, and the pollution is bad for your health," she said.
Ms Aherne-Grey also has a very rare hybrid arbutus strawberry tree in her front yard. It is one of only 10 in Ireland, and hers is the widest and tallest in the country.
She believes it is probably 160 years old.
"Youâre going from having this lovely greenery around you, and the birds singing. You just feel like you have some contact with nature, even though youâre in the city.
"Why is everything aimed at being on the road? Nothing is about taking things off the road," she added.
Irish Independent
The ordinary person owns nothing in this country anymore âŚthis lady is devastated and who would blame her!
Sounds like a lovely child.
Not at all right to hit her, but at least some common sense by the judge
My thoughts are with her.
Mr Jokna sounds like an alright sort. I hope the missue blew the balls off him for that.
Union Jack lamps?
Union Jack lamps?
Union Jack lamps.
A local set up a memory page for the town on facebook. People are posting great old photos of GAA games and famous occasions in town. People are catching up with old school friends in the comments etc. Great stuff.
The other day someone put up a picture of a nun who had been a teacher in the local national school. She was a lighting cunt. My earliest memory of her is she taught us junior infants. She was teaching an older girl the piano before school and we were sitting there and she was kicking the girl up the hole and screaming ather about her being too fat to play the piano, the girl was absolutely bawling and id say 35 years later i wouldnt have a doubt but a day doesnt go by that she doesnât think about the humiliation she was put through
Some of the memories of this nun that people are posting are disgusting. She used to beat a down syndrome boy in our class because he couldnât learn the reading, one of the âtowniesâ in our class challenged her about it one day and she kicked the shit out of him too. Still the bravest thing iv ever seen.
I was lucky she took most of her anger out on the townies and people whoâs parents were less likely to challenge her.
There was 3 or 4 lay teachers in the school who were every bit as guilty as her with their silence. All the parents knew this was going on too and they have to take plenty of the blame too.
Different times I know but if a nun beat a child in school the way this nun beat kids she would do serious time
I was lucky she took most of her anger out on the townies and people whoâs parents were less likely to challenge her.
Thinly veiled âI was the class lickarseâ
Tis quare things you meet when you donât have your rifle.
Thinly veiled âI was the class lickarseâ
Spoken like a true townie