When my card was declined and I had to step off the bus he remarked: “You people are all the same.” In one sense he was right, and I agreed with him. All people are the same, and that is why I freely give my time to even the score of social inequality in this city. This, of course, isn’t what he meant.
May Day 2015 Kicks Off with a Bus Strike
Follow @UrFhasaidh Well you have my sympathy if you were forced to walk into work this morning. I suppose the consolation is that it is a beautiful day, and, sure, we could all do with losing a few pounds for the summer and saving a few Euros on the bus fare. My sympathies are also … Continue reading May Day 2015 Kicks Off with a Bus Strike
Waiting on the Number Thirteen
Forty-five minutes. That is how long I waited on the number thirteen bus last night on my way home – possibly the unluckiest bus in Dublin. I waited from half past eight in the evening to a quarter past nine in the howling wind and the rain at the number 104 bus stop at Belclare … Continue reading Waiting on the Number Thirteen
Kafka and Dublin’s Public Transport
Follow @RPJblog By Jason Michael Bookish people get a kick out of reading. Many of them get an even bigger buzz reading a particular thing in a place that is evocative of the material they are reading. The Divine Comedy in Florence, Ulysses in Dublin, The Da Vinci Code in Paris or the Irish Independent … Continue reading Kafka and Dublin’s Public Transport
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