Drawing of houses in Littleborough
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Dublin, Paddy Cullens
http://www.dublinpubs.ie/pub.asp?id=525
I spent many an evening in this pub with good friends that these days have mostly moved away to different parts of the globe as the Celtic Tiger takes a cat knap in this economic climate.
I was in Paddy Cullens on New Years Eve 2008, good atmosphere, good band, good beer and the ghosts of a thousand memories.
I spent many an evening in this pub with good friends that these days have mostly moved away to different parts of the globe as the Celtic Tiger takes a cat knap in this economic climate.
I was in Paddy Cullens on New Years Eve 2008, good atmosphere, good band, good beer and the ghosts of a thousand memories.
Saturday, 24 January 2009
Dublin, Temple Bar
http://www.thetemplebarpubdublin.com/
I lived in Dublin for three years from spring 2000, so it was nice to come back here and catch up with a few old mates from the Bank of Ireland over a pint or two in Mulligans. So this should be a picture of Mulligans…
It isn’t. It’s The Temple Bar. If you get to Dublin, this pub is a must to visit. It’s big inside, lots of interconnected rooms. Some with Irish bands thrashing away, others quieter. You can easily get lost in here. If you do, the best tactic is to go outside and come back in through the door you first came in and retrace your steps (according to my girlfriend who went missing for 15 mins).
Friday, 23 January 2009
Dublin, The Porterhouse
http://www.porterhousebrewco.com
Another of my favourite places of worship, The Porterhouse in Temple Bar, Dublin centre.
They have their own micro-brewery on site. I’m not a beer connoisseur, so all the beers they brew are lost on me. I just drink lager. Still, their in house brewed lager was mighty fine.
They have their own micro-brewery on site. I’m not a beer connoisseur, so all the beers they brew are lost on me. I just drink lager. Still, their in house brewed lager was mighty fine.
Thursday, 22 January 2009
Wednesday, 21 January 2009
Tuesday, 20 January 2009
Monday, 19 January 2009
Sunday, 18 January 2009
Friday, 16 January 2009
Dublin, Phoenix park
I have some clever software to alter pictures. But no matter what I did to this one I couldn’t improve it. I wanted more colour, but it just looked wrong, so here it is, in the raw.
Oh, it’s a picture taken in Phoenix park in Dublin, showing the monument dedicated to the Duke of Wellington, an Irishman, and twice the British prime minister. (I though he was English, but no). Phoenix park is the biggest city centre park in the world. Even bigger than Central Park, New York. Well, the tourist bus said so.
Oh, it’s a picture taken in Phoenix park in Dublin, showing the monument dedicated to the Duke of Wellington, an Irishman, and twice the British prime minister. (I though he was English, but no). Phoenix park is the biggest city centre park in the world. Even bigger than Central Park, New York. Well, the tourist bus said so.
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Monday, 12 January 2009
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Dublin, Molly Malone
Molly Malone on Nassau Street, known with typical Irish humour as ‘The Tart with the Cart’.
Statue by Jean Rynhart
Statue by Jean Rynhart
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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled a wheel-barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
A-live, a-live, oh, a-live, a-live, oh
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before.
They both wheeled a barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled a wheel-barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
A-live, a-live, oh, a-live, a-live, oh
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before.
They both wheeled a barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
Saturday, 10 January 2009
Friday, 9 January 2009
Thursday, 8 January 2009
Wednesday, 7 January 2009
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
Monday, 5 January 2009
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