Tell me you're from Dublin without telling me you're from Dublin - I'll start!

[Stephanator]

These statues in everyone and their nanny's windows.

I hate the term "mott" - my father used it all the time.

I'm an aul wan myself now.

The place was crawling with Culchies - would you like to rephrase that, Havalona? Otherwise, DUCK - INCOMING!

I had - and still have - dear friends from outside the Dublin Metropolitan Area, and sometimes I went home with them on a Friday on one of those buses from the Busaras to spend the weekend being entertained by their families and being fed by their Mammies

I've serious homesickness for Dublin. All my family have left Ireland after generations of being there. I'm in the UK now and would love to return but can't for various reasons.

I read 'The Dead' the other day and nearly went mental with longing for home - the prose reminded me of my grandparents and there was a mention of Spiced Beef at Christmas

Ah, the moving crib! that was such a treat!
Sorry you feel so homesick

A trip to the moving crib was a top tier day out for a kid in the 80s. 😂

I can't imagine it still has the same appeal!

I seem to remember they had dolls' houses on display too.

Ah thanks Marie. I left when I was 35 as DH landed a job abroad and the kids are Scottish facing into exams, then Uni.

It's lovely where I live but I miss the sense of humour at home.

Yes, me too, I made friends with many a Culchie Maith! We just didn't get much opportunity to socialise in Dublin what with their Mammy waiting at the farm gate for them on a Friday night.

I saw parts of the country as a young one that I never would have seen without that job. Great craic altogether being invited "down the country" even if it was in a Northerly direction! Going to the Ballroom of Romance on the Saturday night. So different to Sloopys what with the C+W music and the Jiving, OMG how they could jive.

I remember getting the 8 bus into town in the 90s and an aul wan tearfully started to tell me of how she found 'him dead in his armchair one morning' - I wasn't really listening so I tuned in to be kind. Chatted away to her about it, there was nothing you could do etc CPR, ambulance etc - she gave me a bit of a look but then chatted happily about him.

Then she says 'of course he wasn't always with me - he was with another woman in Ranelagh before'. I thought here we go.

'... But she only had a hedge around her garden and he kept digging his way out' she said.

It was a DOG.

And the entire bus had heard me suggesting CPR and ambulances for it.

Molesters was truly awful. And pubs rammed in Dalkey on Christmas Eve...me and a friend ended up climbing the back wall to get into McDonaghs one year.

Hot donots from the hatch O Connell St! Brought my daughter when we were back during the summer and she was well impressed

40ft men only!

I've just remembered the hot donuts. I was more of a The Club woman myself

Going to Bewleys for a Mary cake.

Will I meet ya in towen?

'Were there many in town?'
'It was black'.
['black' being an intensive and not a negative in the Irish language, so 'black' was good news for the shops, lots of customers]

We we southsiders but always went to Anne's Hot Bread shop on Henry St for a slice of chess cake.

Things said by my late Father. Born Charlemont Street.
(My mother was a lady, a quiet kind soul, born in Ship Street.)

Why did Dollymount?
To get a Fairview.

He's a balls from Dalkey. (A Sithe Sider with a Dort accent).

There's more mate (meat) on a herring - about a skinny fella.

We went to Howth in a boat with our teeth in our mouth. (don't ask me!)

Money's made round to go round, not flat to pile up.

A fact....My granny had a bath with a lid in her kitchen. The lid was the worksurface. And she had a washboard and a mangle.

My mother's family were market traders with stalls in the Iveagh and Daisy markets. I have lots of photos and gathered a good bit of their history before they all passed away. Same for my paternal side, another interesting family history. All Dubs too.

I will yeah
Stall it

Gerr ouh o dat garden.

Always club knackerydo to us too And a full dinner as they were pouring us out the door at the end of the night.

Oh my god Mad Mary!! She used to look so glamorous to me very young eyes & so happy
I often used to wonder when I was a bit older how did she get to her spot & then later home? An absolute Dublin icon

Or some young one falling in the toilets going "ANYONE GOT A BOBBIN?" 😆

You know what "D12" is code for

Anyone remember the Dice man! Something McGinty...

"Leave it out"

The shops front of Clearys were open yesterday on my way home from work.

The Christmas stalls on Henry Street

Thom McGinty. Gone now.

A bit twee, but I like this bloke at Brown Thomas at Christmas. There's something magical about Grafton Street this time of year, and in the Summer with the buskers.