Friday, January 19, 2018

A famous house on the SCR

There is a house on the South Circular Rd where a very famous person once lived.

Did you ever hear of Jean Darling ?
In the 40s she was a superstar in the mold of Shirley Temple.
When I got to know her she was elderly and could be mistaken for a bag lady.
Her mind though was as sharp as a tack. When she found out that I loved magic we became friends for the rest of her life.

Her mother brought her to Hollywood against her fathers wishes when she was very small and she became a star, as the work started to dry up. (She was no longer a cute baby face) she was approached by the inland revenue.
"Miss Darling .you haven't paid any income tax"
Mummy was taking care of all that but she had given it all to fortune tellers then the mother pissed off and Gene did a little bit of this and that.
Paying her taxes as she went.
One day she met her life's partner Kajar the magician.
She toured the world with him learning every facet of presentation and illusion craft.
When he died she came to live in Dublin, she was a bit of a recluse.




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Monday, January 15, 2018

The last journey





A trademark which also depicts 2 business men shaking hands on a deal

On Friday I got the news that an old friend of going back almost 50 years had died.
He had fought MS for the last 20 years and a bout of that nasty flu saw him off.

Life is cruel, his wife looked after him during his declining years, no easy task.

It takes 7 hours to drive from Dublin to Youghal and back

The old taxi drivers joke goes.
"When I die I want to go peacefully in my sleep.
Just like my father did.
Not screaming and shouting like his passengers." 

There was another awful story in the papers last week.
A baby of around 20 months died in strange circumstances and an autopsy revealed the cause of death.
The child had swallowed small shards of perspex !
They had lodged into the esophagus  where it later pierced the membrane, then after some time it went through and cut into a blood vessel causing massive bleeding.

God forbid that I should ever feel sorry for myself. 

Wednesday, January 03, 2018

All the way from Turin


I went into this store the other day

There is an escalator going up and these filthy stairs going down.

Inside the lobby of the Gresham hotel very unusual
I was passing the  L'Occitane shop and I popped in

I saw the sign 50%off
I went in and picked something out only to be told.
"No sir that is not a sale item"

Note to self...Stay away from them in future..

The other day I picked up a lady from Italy Turin to be exact and she told me of her plight.
She came to Ireland in November and has not managed to find proper accommodation yet.

She is staying in Air B and Bs or guest houses since then.
I suggested some things which might work.
Then as I was sorry for her I gave her my number and she gave me hers.
The next day I visited a friend whose late brother has hundreds of apartments in his property company, a few near where she works into the bargain.
I sent her a text to expect a phone call from them.
For three days now she never contacted me to say she got the message.
This introduction means that she would not be trying to beat other renters to the flat.
An easy ride.
And not even a simple thank you.
Four days later she read the message 

Well I suppose you make your own luck in the end of the day.

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A guy in the taxi had brought his wife to London to visit his his daughter.
But the daughter got the flu and had to be hospitalized for 5 days. It cost her  £6,000.
Shit that would make anyone sick.
They brought her dog home by ship as she was not well enough to care for the dog.

So tomorrow I am off the Boots to get the jab €25.
At this stage they now know the exact strain of the infection.
We taxi drivers have people sneezing and coughing over us all the time.

I went into a TV shop to buy a new telly.
Then I asked for a toilet. "We have no customer toilets, but a store 3 units down has a customer toilet"
So I walked down to use the toilet and the humor of buying a TV had gone off me.
But today the that old telly of 15 years gave up the ghost for good.
So I have one picked out and I will get it tomorrow, and for sure it won't be in the store with no rest room.

The older I get I see myself more and more like this guy





Did you hear about the fire in Liverpools Echo arena? 1,400 cars destroyed.

Now where is the guy who didn't put in a sprinkler system ?


Sunday, December 31, 2017

Out with the old and in with the new

A tram makes its way down O'Connell St

Turning over a new leaf and a new callender

The calendar club has 40%off

\well the folks in Australia have got into the new year already and I hope 2017 was good for you all

A big welcome to 2018 with a giggle





Have a great 2018

Monday, December 25, 2017

Happy Christmas and a wonderful 2018 to you all



You tube has banned the other versions of this for some reason.

The big day has arrived for sure.

Among all the bad news in the paper came a piece of great news about a passenger from way back.
Orla Tinsley got into the taxi and she was breathless. I asked her if she had asthma.
She told me that she had Cystic fibrosis. She was a campaigner and they had raised up money for an isolation ward so that CF patients would not pick up infections from others in the hospital.
Sadly the hospital had taken over the unit and she was really angry about it.
She got her double lung transplant in New York after the hospital rejected 6 donors which were not a match.
She raised $86,000 to cover some of her costs on the internet by crowd funding.
I the article I read that she recalled a kind taxi driver once understood her plight brought her to hospital and refused the taxi fare.
Sometimes a small gesture will go far.
She is a great fighter and I wish her a great 2018

The crib was removed from a Dublin in case it might offend a minor religion.

A story about a refugee family who couldn't find a place to stay, then they had a baby who turned out to be a great leader and savior to many.





Sent to me from Gorge in Argentina, small world

Monday, December 18, 2017

I had to stop

Santa crosses O'Connell St

Palestinians protest outside the American embassy

In my local pub. Barman presses button and a taxi appears.

Every car should carry a plugging kit for punctures, pressure gauges and a good extendable wheel brace.
My wife was going to visit the grandchildren so I checked the oil the water and the tyres.
The front right tyre was 17psi where  it should have been a lot more.
So I took off the wheel and found a small nail in the tyre. It might hold if I blew it up but the professional way is to plug it.. A plug kit costs around €30 and it fixes around 20 flats.
Above you see 2 pressure gauges of different makes just to check that one is right.
Anyhow the nail in the wheel was so small, but just big enough to cause you heartache.
Still it is fixed now so no more worries.

Guys sneezing behind me and over me has me busted at last...
I have to take some time off...
Now how could I ? , if I don't stop now perhaps resting won't be an option.

One of the guys at the ferry the other day told me that he was just back from his uncles funeral.

His uncle was a taxi driver 68 years old parked at Crowes pub opposite the RDS. A taxi pulled up beside him pulling up in front of the waiting taxis so he shouted at him to Fuck off and join the back of the rank.
The driver got out and punched him on the side of the head and drove off. 
He thought no more of it at the time.
Three weeks later his uncle collapsed at the wheel and went into a coma.

Three years later he died at 68, the other guy was never traced.

So you see folks don't confront assholes. 

Shane McGowan reached 60, for him it is quite an achievement.



The Canadians are great at exposing this  kind of thing.
The first book that I bought for my Kindle was called Dirty little secrets that garages use to rip you off.
 

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Going home for Christmas


Christmas tree on O'Connell St.,

A wartime poster. Win the war by abstinence.


Everyone is off for the Christmas break.
Not only for Christmas but for ever in some cases.
Rents are high and people have found out when they pay for rent and food plus transport that there is not much left for living.
So they are voting with their feet.
C'est La Vie as they say.

One couple with their 6 month baby off to France the mother is Polish so the grandparents will be over the moon.
Another guy from South Korea after 3 years he is off home again where he hopes to open a Korean restaurant.

There were others but I will have to buy a note book to keep up.

One couple going to London. The lady was from Barcelona and talked most of the way to the airport on the phone.
I talked to her partner about this and that and then I got on to the subject of the most remarkable person I ever met.
Chuck Feeney and the guy really lit up
 "I work for him"
Then we became like two fans going to see their biggest idol of all time.
Chuck Feeney made and gave away a fortune of 8 Billion dollars and when I win the Euromillions on Friday he will help me to invest it wisely.

One woman that sticks in my craw like a chicken bone.
I picked her up at the ferry going to Willow Park Rd. and she questioned every turn of the road.
At the Autoban pub she asked me to turn off early and then she insisted that the numbers were going up so therefore I was going the wrong way.
Finally I told her that we were at 63 and now we are at 95 so now we are going the wrong way,
So we went back among protests then after 3 more"your wrongs"
There it was.

My wife is very wise.
"She may have been on the move since 6Am perhaps she is not well.
You have to see things from their side too.



So lets get on with Christmas

Saturday, December 09, 2017

John Lennon

 On this day December 8 2008 the news arrived of John Lennons death.
I was working in the international telephone exchange at the time and other operators in the know started waking up their press contacts to spread the news.




1980 was a tough era for war and the same thing is going on now.

Just so you know that we didn't forget John