A beacon of greyness
I have to go out shortly.
I’m off to one of my most favourite spots in Dublin – Sandyford Industrial Estate.
For those of you not familiar with this delightful area of planning, I can only say that you are blessed and very fortunate.
It’s a vast area in the suburbs south of Dublin. It consists of shops, massive office blocks, car showrooms, apartments, hotels and a medical centre containing a hospital and a moxy load of various clinics. It is a hideous mixture of glass and concrete and a maze of roads and laneways. It’s fucking hideous. and grey For some reason it always seems to have a cold wind blowing around the tower blocks even on an otherwise calm and sunny day.
And it only has three access roads which means it’s always difficult getting in or out. I don’t know how they manage in the morning or evening rush hour.
The medical centre is known as The Beacon and consists, as I said of the large private hospital, a conglomeration of clinics, apartments and a hotel. The clinics have now spilled over into an adjoining complex which is my intended destination.
I hate going there. I confess it’s not as bad as it was as my old clinic was adjoining the hospital and parking was a nightmare [and very expensive]. My clinic fortunately has moved to the adjoining complex where the parking is free and much easier. A small mercy.
The eye clinic itself is weirdly claustrophobic. The old one was quite spacious and bright but the new one seems to consist of a corridor. Waiting areas for the various surgeries are dark little corners in the corridor with a view of the opposite wall and a fire door. Not very inspiring. They don’t even have free wifi which would alleviate some of the boredom.
The only thing in its favour is that all the staff and specialists seem to be young lovelies. I have never seen a male in the place apart from the odd member of the public staring at their own little fire door in a cubbyhole in the corridor.
I suppose I had better start getting ready to go as time is drawing close.
*sigh*
Get used to it.
It sounds like Purgatory.
And it will be no use trying to explain that you are an agnostic.
That will just put you in another antechamber.
It’s actually what I would imagine purgatory to be. And every year I’d move along to the next chair….
Oh dear, Sandyford.
I once got caught in that one way system and think I went around twice before managing to escape”
The place is insane. To get into it from the south you take the exit ramp at Junction 13 [Triskaidekaphobia strikes again on Friday the 13th? 😉 ] which splits into three lanes. You have to take the right hand lane through two lights as you cross over the motorway, and stick with it through the next lights [5 lanes!]. Get in the wrong lane and God knows where you’d end up. Dundrum? The Airport? Hell?
I think that if you miss your turn then you are on the Drummartin Link Road. No-one has ever explained what it links!
In my experience the whole of Dublin is an impenetrable maze. Back in the noughties I had a delivery of gear to an exhibition at a big hotel in central Dublin and just couldn’t find a way to reach it. The only road I could find to it – the hotel plainly in view at the end – was one-way,the wrong way. I drove round the block three times until I was stopped by a Garda. ‘Are ye lost?’ said he, and I explained my problem. ‘The such-and-such Hotel? Sure, it’s down there,’ he said, pointing down the one-way street.’Can ye not see it?’ (He didn’t add ‘ye eejit!’ but I had the impression that was what he was thinking.) ‘But it’s one-way!’ I protested. ‘Ach, ye’ll be alright if there’s nothing coming!’With that, he sauntered off. ‘God bless Ireland!’ I thought as I drove off the wrong way down a one-way street with no one turning a hair.