Durty old town …

By: pixbyshumbles

Oct 29 2012

Tags: , , , ,

Category: October 2012


Focal Length:33mm
Shutter:1/0 sec
Camera:Canon EOS 600D

Eh, Dublin was far from the durty old town Ronnie Drew et al. sang about when we flashed through it last week.

The Magnetic Wan was most impressed. It probably helped that the sun was shining and she wasn’t dragging several bags of fruit ‘n veg in each hand. This is one of my strongest memories of childhood: up early on a Saturday morning and into town with Sgt P. He’d go off to work into a building that as a sprog I knew as The Hazzler although being a telephone exchange it probably had a far more technical name. Of course, let’s not forget that I have form with mixing up the names of things: witness my eight year old self asserting with absolute certainty that the song Saddle up and ride your pony was in fact “7Up and ride your pony”.

Which of course makes no sense whatsoever.

Anyway, as I said, while he was busy fiddling with miles of cable we’d head off to Moore Street for the groceries. It was scary there. It wasn’t so much the grumpy horse pulling its cart laden down with produce – it liked to nip, I seem to recall.

Noooo, it was the stall holders. They were tough women, swaddled in layers of woolly clothes, headscarves clamped to their unruly hair, roaring their heads off while dropping fag ash on their wares.

Five for 50 the ordinges, d’ya want some ordinges love? (translation: five oranges for 5o pence).

You could stand and look at their fruit ‘n veg but woe betide you dared touch! I remember one cranky oul moo screeching at The Magnetic Wan for feeling a peach! We’d leave, skidding on the slimey cobblestones, and by the time we’d get back to Grafton Street our arms would be a good ten inches longer.

Town with the parentals meant business. It was a different story with my grandparents whose Mecca was Bewley’s. A Dublin institution if ever there was one. You’d step in through the door and the aroma of *coffee would greet you, wrapping itself around you. Once your eyes adjusted to the gloom inside you’d make a dash for the velvet booths and order a Club Orange and a sticky bun. Usually an almond one with a big swirl of marzipan in the centre.


*Oddly, as a committed coffee-guzzling adult I can’t drink their coffee which always seems simultaneously burnt and weak, maybe I’ve just become spoiled with all the swanky South American coffee beans I guzzle!


2 comments on “Durty old town …”

  1. Loooooooooooove that post. Yourself and Jimmy have simultaneously made my morning – and it’s not even 8.30!

What's the craic?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: