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Time? Time has no meaning here in the seventh circle of hell, where even despair dies…
Why do I despise Flannery’s on Camden Street? A full and candid response to that question would run to fill a 12-page pull-out supplement. Suffice to say: Drunk off-duty Gardai. Drunk off-duty nurses. Drunk off-duty Gardai copulating with drunk off-duty nurses. Fake tan. Peroxide. Rugby shirts. DJs with stupid mid-Atlantic accents who say things like “It’s Saturday night in Flannery’s and the paaarty is just getting staarted…” Read the rest of this article here.
January 21st, 2010.
January 22nd, 2010 at 11:56 am
I went there for the first and last time just before christmas for work drinks. Fuck me that place is my worst nightmare. Full to the brim of what I’d term ‘bad culchies’, the lets-all-howl-like-idiots-at-every-girl-who-walks-past kind. Absolute rednecks.
January 22nd, 2010 at 3:19 pm
Holy crap, well I hope I’m a ‘good culchie’ Bren!
January 22nd, 2010 at 4:19 pm
There’s like a civil war going on and there two sides….
Good culchies and bad culchies.
And the bad culchies have got to go
Everytime good culchies wanna have a good time
bad culchies fuck it up
January 22nd, 2010 at 4:31 pm
Hahaha…Hadn’t heard from you in a while Massey, but back with a bang. Comment of the year!
January 22nd, 2010 at 4:35 pm
Yeah you’re safe enough Eoin.
ha I don’t know if I would even use the word culchie in reference to normal country people.
January 22nd, 2010 at 4:51 pm
Wow, the Chris Rock parallels really are just piling up here, aren’t they! Well that’s a relief anyway, I’m in the clear.
Apologies by the way for being totally out of the loop on this, but are you still updating the Analogue website? I really liked the video you did last year.
January 22nd, 2010 at 5:16 pm
I love country people — but I hate culchies!!
January 22nd, 2010 at 7:44 pm
“I look after my land.”
You’re supposed to! you dumb motherf**ker!
January 22nd, 2010 at 8:07 pm
I feed my cattle!
January 23rd, 2010 at 2:33 am
I ain’t never done time in Castlerea
January 24th, 2010 at 10:10 pm
A bad culchie will “howl like an idiot when girls walk past.” A bad Dub will rob your Granny with a knife to feed his heroin addiction and sleep in a pile of his own feces every night.
I know who I’d rather share space with(and I say this as a Dub!)
January 26th, 2010 at 11:09 pm
Well at least I know now where to go for my first night out in Dublin after I get home!
January 26th, 2010 at 11:28 pm
Avoid it like the plague, Lisa. Bad culchies. Very bad culchies there!
January 26th, 2010 at 11:33 pm
Dammit back to the drawing board so. I was looking forward to fake tan/peroxide/rugby shirt thing. God knows there’s only so many flannel shirts and goggle tans a girl can take!
January 26th, 2010 at 11:41 pm
Well hey, don’t let me stop you. You may love it… Or a tiny part of you may die forever… It’s a crapshoot really.
January 26th, 2010 at 11:49 pm
No no there was a very good reason why I fled the epicentre of the Celtic Tiger with such urgency in the first place…
Warning heeded.