I have just been trying to remember the last time I was in Dublin.
You would imagine I would go in fairly regularly seeing as it’s the capital city and is less than eighty miles away?
I honestly cannot remember.
I do remember seeing a Luas thing snaking through the streets but I have never been on one. I remember seeing the Spike which is probably the most pointless [heh!], monstrosity ever to ungrace a city centre. There are bridges over the Liffey I have only seen in pictures. I believe there is a planking thing for pedestrians along the river too, but I have never seen it. I believe it’s a good place to go though if ever you feel the need to inject something?
As a kid I used to cycle into the city centre. My favourite haunt was the quays where I used to watch the coal ships unloading into the gasworks. Then there were the Guinness ships – the “Lady Gwendolen”, “Lady Patricia” and “Miranda Guinness” – which were regular visitors to the quays. Maybe that was what first made me aware of the Black Stuff? To this day I have lovely memories of the sights, smells and sounds of the quays. Of course that’s all gone now with good honest to God, functional industries being replaced with bland, blank glass monstrosities.
Come to think of it, I think the last time I was in Dublin was to meet with my publishers [sounds good doesn’t it?!] and I remember just walking as quickly as possible from the station to the meeting and just as quickly back again. I have grown to hate the city. The decent old smells of the gasworks and Guinness’ Brewery have been replaced with traffic fumes and noise. It has become a city crowded with knackers, beggars and foreign accents.
It’s a strange though but there is a possibility that I may never see Dublin again. I can’t think of any reason why I should ever need to go in the future, and I certainly am never going to go in voluntarily.
I don’t think I am missing anything though.
I’m more than happy sticking with the mountains.