Irish in Ireland AMA

[SrSteveOskowski]

Following on from a Dane in Denmark, I'm Irish, living in Ireland AMA

It was Dick Moran! How could you forget the name of the finest piece of 55 year old ass on Irish telly??! Emmet Bergin, god almighty. 😍

I luurrrrrrved him. I was about 12, lol.

I'm old enough to remember Gabriel Byrne in first Bracken and then Glenroe. OMG. My first crush, I was about 9 or 10. And then when I was in secondary school, HE WALKED INTO OUR CLASSROOM, I shit you not. He was a friend of our English teacher and he just casually walked into 2.15 one afternoon. You could have heard a pin drop until he left the room and then it was chaos. I'm still dining out on the story of 'The day I met Gabriel Byrne.'

I fancied him too, Elspeth. Oh, lord, the mortification, especially as Young Me was definitely more at the social level of mountainy man Miley and his mushrooms than Dick Moran the suave sleazebag solicitor, who originally got to shag Mary McDermott while they both pretended to be at a bridge session, didn't he?

dramallamaforamama having a choice of dishes at a wedding is relatively new, probably the last 20 years or so. It started when Irish weddings became a competitive sport. Was never offered at weddings in the 80s. Oxtail soup, Turkey and ham, trifle, take it or leave it.

Anyone here old enough to have had Larry Hogan for their school retreat?

Was he a bit like Larry Gogan, but with religious songs instead of chart hits?

Larry Gogan was a DJ not a singer, but yes to the religious songs. Some girls in my class got ridiculously hysterical and weepy with Jesus at the retreat and the nuns were not impressed. It was all a bit too Penticostal for the nuns, the next year they got an elderly priest to run it.

Larry Gogan was a DJ not a singer

I know! The King of 2FM is more famous than St Patrick.

Nominated for classics! This thread is epic!

OMG mine I am jealous. He was peak gorgeousness then!

Oh bless you you've given me a right laugh with this thread. As one of my GM's would say - yer a tonic!
I've gotten to page 4 and had to get me spake in!
My granny was on Live at Three showing off her crochet. She was the most modest woman I've ever met in my life and she was giggling shyly at everything they said to her, but got really serious when they asked technical questions about it. I miss her. She was lovely.
My school tour (we only got one in 6th class) was going to Dublin on the train. The Master nearly had a conniption trying to keep hould of 30 delinquents going into the Dáil. We got into the Wax Works for free as my fellow delinquent schoolmate's father owned it (may have given away where I'm from there) - he also became my first boyfriend.

I'm sort of acclimatised to London now, but boy did I put my foot in it on a daily basis when I first moved over! Surprised I wasn't arrested for being racist or something!
Will plough through rest of thread. Some of this thread has brought a little tear to my eye.

I'll just leave you with one funeral. Joe Dolan. The whole town was shut down. Yer only moul!

Oh and Naythan Carter?
Went out with my Dad/partner, my aunt, cousin.
Auntie Ann, insisted I get out on the floor to dance 'he might spot you'. I was like 'I don't want to be spotted! he's playing country music! Oh AnyWalls, if you got him you'd be 'made up'.

Honey, I'm not sure I have the genitalia he's interested in!

Oh Lordy lordy. My mother used to get lifts in the back of a van (transporting various music paraphernalia and Foster & Allen) to the Dances! They'd pick her up (and her esteemed colleagues) outside the hospital they worked in (they used to climb out the windows at night - it was run by nuns) and stand by the road until F&A van came by and thumb a lift lol. She was only 16! This would have been about 50 years ago.

My granny was on Live at Three showing off her crochet.

Forget Joe Dolan and Larry Gogan -- there's fame.

choli, I remember that, and our nuns telling the weeping ones to cop themselves on. Mind you, they would have told St Bernadette to snap out of it and stop hanging around a cave talking to imaginary women and go home and help her mammy if she hadn't anything better to be doing.

Enthusiasm was definitely seen as suspect 'a bit Protestant'.

@whosafraid.. I remember that! Chicken curry and rice at midnight 😂

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The nightclub meal was always deep fried chicken and chips. You'd get better in a chipper.

The dry dance halls only sold minerals and biscuits up in the balcpny.

I'm howling at this thread! Elspeth I thought I was the only 12 year old who fancied Dick Moran!! You'd miss Glenroe, Fair City isn't a feckin patch on it.
My mother used to always make comments about how lovely Nathan Carter or Rory McIlroy would be for me! Could you imagine. She was surprisingly not too upset when she found out Nathan wasn't into women.
None of my family have ever been on TV but a few of them played for the county hurling team which is celebrity in its own right in certain counties. I've never made it to a GAA dinner dance though thank fuck

My local nightclub served a fine feed of stew at midnight. 😂😂😂

And I ate every bit of it! Down on top of the ocean of tequila in my stomach!

Ah, we used to go to the 'hotel'. No food was required for their license - though it did seem to come in years later.
There was a lot of Celine Dion and snogging and Hughie (god I loved him). We had about 6 different nightclubs we could attend. We went to the ones that our love interest was attending (and that was judged by whether he was at 7 o'clock Mass - yes - I went to Mass to see whether he was there or not). If he was, it was likely he'd be heading to Springs.

It was my inner stalker coming out as a teenager. Young love eh?

Can we not bring back the slow dance?

My sister in law got into trouble for saying ‘spit on me Johnny’ to Johnny Logan. He told her she was a rude girl

That reminds me of a local music festival in early 90s - Dicky Rock was headlining - the wimmin of a certain age went nuts.

Witnessing your friend's normally straight-laced ma shouting "spit on me Dicky" is a tad unnerving when you're 13!

Yeah I was gonna say it was always "Spit on me Dickie" so no wonder Johnny was disgusted. He wasn't used to that Ballroom of Romance Depravity! Dickie Rock probably used to spit on them and all!