Right. I may just be a dumb country oik, up from the sticks and trying desperately not to let my big-city ignorance shine through, but I know that the sun does NOT shine brighter on the south-side, nor do flowers smell sweeter, food taste better or the pints cost less. Why then was I able to make it into town in FIFTEEN minutes this morning? FIFTEEN MINUTES. I was on Dame Street at 8.20am, where I stood and gummed surprise for about half an hour. I mean: Good grief! I leave my home in Santry at 7.30 most mornings and only make it to work after a twenty minute walk and at least an hour on a bus. It's not like I want to live on the South-side, with all the even-numbered toffs, but come on! They get more time in bed than us!
That's it. I'm petitioning Bertie to have the port tunnel works and O'Connoll street moved over there. US NORTH SIDERS ARE THE BLACKS OF DUBLIN.
Or something equally dated and limp-wristed.