Angry Pac-man eating a large ROBOT tag. This wall is in the graffiti covered alleyway across from the side entrance of EASONs on O�Connell St. Crappy ROBOT can be found all over Dublin.
�ross mcdonnell. � � �joyrider: youth in front of bonfire. �ca.2006-08.
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Colors by jukkalauronen on Flickr.
ok, last one. but seriously. i want to live here.
Clouds and chemtrails in the Dublin sky on Sunday 27.06.2011
I met up with artist Gearoid Hayes on my last day in Dublin. He showed me his studio and explained a lot of the processes behind his work, it was truly fascinating.
Max giving his speech at Dublin Pride on behalf of @lgbtnoise�
Get Equal and join Noise on the March for Marriage on 14th August in Dublin!
March and you will make a difference.
More info on the website - http://lgbtnoise.ie/
i am only there for 3 or 4 days, and am ok with being a massive tourist. anything i absolutely must do or see? apart from drink guinness in a pub while singing songs (which brendan actually did many a time when he was in ireland haha).
The thing about us having this Gilmore-Girls relationship is that I barely can keep any secrets from her. So I told her about Dublin and Glee Live! And I thought she would freak out or something (which was the reason I didn�t tell her) but she was just like:
�Well I would have done the same If I had the chance to. I�ll give you some money for your trip and I�ll tell your father next week casually. Oh and btw thanks for being so honest with me. Since you finished your exams you�re more vivid and happier.�
BLESS.THIS.WOMAN.
Street performer near Trinity College.
there�s this trend amongst a certain subset of young irish females (sometimes known collectively as knackers) of wearing colourful pyjama bottoms out and about. now don�t get me wrong, i�ll sometimes nip out to the shop to buy some milk in a pair of joggers, but if i were to actually go and meet my friends for the day, i don�t think i�d choose to sport bright pink checkered PJs:
i�m so curious as to where this trend originated from. is it just laziness? do they just leave the house without getting properly dressed? i certainly hope not. do they actually think they look cool? is it a rebellion against conformity? who knows. i�m always so tempted to stop these girls and actually ask them some serious questions about why they like wearing these kinds of outfits. but, you see, for those not living in ireland, you need to know that the kind of girls that dress like this are usually also very loud, very obnoxious, and quite likely to punch inquisitive strangers in the face. hence why i shan�t be asking them anything.
i�m not sure either what the deal is with the girl in the middle; tan wide-leg trousers, a pink blazer and red hi-tops is certainly an interesting combination. if anything, i give her 10/10 for originality.
Dublin 128-HDR (by Clem Mason)
We kick daddy out and have a mommy baby snuggle and snooze. Its what we do best.
Another night out in Dublin, unfortunately someone took my jacket home with them�. :-/
Not Banksy, an old shop front in Dublin.
The Ambassador Cinema in Dublin.
La Sposa: Dublin
This is one of my favourite photos taken on my iphone, the day after the wedding. I wanted to wear it again� even if it was just in our hotel room. If i could, i�d wear it everyday.
Dublin, capital of Ireland, was founded by Viking pirates over a thousand years ago. The lovely city stands at the foot of the Wicklow Mountains, facing Dublin bay and is famous for its magnificent Georgian architecture and spacious streets. Through it flows the swathe of the river Liffey, which rises in the heart of the Wicklow hills. O�Connell Street, the main thoroughfare, crosses the river by O�Connell Bridge.
Kitty: �Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii�.
and I met a lovely Norwegian guy. Oh it�s a mad story I tell ya!
So woke up at 7am, trying to get the Train to Oslo Airport, the train was leaving at 0825. So got to my station and was gonna buy a ticket, and I realised that the ticket machine only took coins. So i asked this boy if I could pay on the train and he was yes, so I went down the escalators to take the train (and mind you they were the slowest things) and by the time I got to the platform the train person had basically just called the last people in and wouldn�t let me get on. I was gonna cry but the ��Flytoget� train was yet to come, so I asked a man if I could pay in the train and he said no, so I had to go ALL the way up those slow ass escalators to get a new ticket, which was going to cost KR170, and I only had 130 in my wallet and Euros. So I walked up to this guy who was queueing to get a ticket himself and offered to give him EUR10, in exchange for KR50 (it�s KR7 to E1) and he kindly said yes, and then noticed he didn�t have a 50 so offered to give me a 200 and I give him my kr.130 and E10. So I did. and he stood there and waited till I got my ticket and we were politely chatting all the way down the escalators. and got to the train in the nick of time. and as disorganised as I am, my bags were EVERYWHERE and he was like �can I help you?� and I was �oh no, you�re grand! thanks though� but he refused and insisted, so ya ya ya got on the train�.got to the airport. He dragged my bag all the way till I was at my check in area and then shook my hand and said goodbye as he was off to some place in Norway. I fell in love with Andreas, at the airport. Guess Irish luck isn�t always with one when they are abroad. hahaha.
But I�m in Dub now, happy to be home. regardless of the fact I am starving right no and only own rice and Uncle Ben�s Schezuan Chili sauce. and I got a fantastic Irish welcome home by getting rained on, and got home to find out my key wasn�t walking so I had to sit in the hallway till someone could fix it.�
Story of my life! I think I deserve an alcoholic beverage for that :)
and I met a lovely Norwegian guy. Oh it�s a mad story I tell ya!
