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A David Haines
Production for HainesUK
In association
with The Mini Fund
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"Judd School drink Dublin dry -
February 2004"
(as it is inscribed on the message board in the Guinness
storehouse, Dublin)
Top o' the mornin' to you! Herein
lies my collection of photos from the English department's landmark 'cultural'
trip to Dublin in February 2004. Two brief points - my photos exclusively
correspond to places and people I spent most of my time around. If you were off
being cool in trendy pubs in Temple bar being charged €11 for a drink then
you're almost certainly not here. Secondly, I'll largely be referring to a
little known Irish word; "fook". If it offends you, don't go to
Dublin. It is used as a verb, adjective, preposition, noun, adverb, pronoun,
compliment and insult. If you don't want to read it I suggest you fook off.
Pubs
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Mark n Fergus get a trouble-free first drink at
O'Shea's. |
Jonny starts scrounging early. |
Serious Irish burgers. I finished mine first. Losers. |
Mark nurses a Guinness, Rose positively mothers a beer. |
Three cigars and Jonny. |
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Interior of O'Sullivan's (see below) |
Sophie and I in MacTurnaills, courtesy of the teachers. |
"Happy" James sulks in a corner. |
Is there a better setting for such an act of union?
Schniff.... |
Jonny and I relax with 250 barrels of Guinness. Who
wouldn't be relaxed? |
We went to one dozen pubs. That's all the info you're getting. People mock
me. I'm off to cry now.
Architecture and Scenery
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Doors, we discovered, are important things in Dublin. |
This, however, is more important. |
The monumental cross erected in memory of some 70s
Pope's visit. |
The Wellington monument. Bleak and generally unpopular. |
Some typically beautiful terraced houses opposite the
Joyce centre. |
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The enormous silver spiky thing. No-one understands.
No-one. |
The beautiful river Liffey. |
The public building opposite Trinity. |
Generic oppressor (I assume), again outside Trinity. |
Dublin by 'dawn' (0930) |
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So maybe I don't have fifteen photos of architecture and
scenery. |

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The enormous silver spiky thing, by 'dawn' (I got a
little obsessed) |
I think this is outside the GPO, but it doesn't matter.
Everywhere's this beautiful. |
James Towers on the James Joyce bridge. |
So what?? |
A pink church! This photo doesn't do it justice. Just go
to Dublin. |
Dublin is beautiful. It's one big building site, but it's beautiful.
Rez and Benjie: Dublin gay celebrity couple
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It doesn't seem wise to comment. |
The Gravity Bar
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Take-no-crap Guinness drinker. |
Take-whatever-crap you care to throw Guinness drinker. |
Amazing scenery, with more James Joyce. |
From the sea to the mountains, and more Joyce. |
Someone needs to sit down after overdoing it a little. |
The Gravity bar marks the seventh floor of the Guinness Storehouse. With a
complimentary pint of Guinness for everyone. My arse.
Kilmainham Gaol
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The indoor gallows. |
The scary east wing. |
The nice west wing - see the Italian Job (the original) |
The spot at which the 1916 rebellion leaders were shot. |
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Go to Kilmainham gaol, hire a guide, but don't bother
yourself with the damn video. Do play with the big red ball machine. |
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Mark cowers after his latest savage beating. |
Mark slowly recovers, nursing grievous injuries. |
Mark wishes he hadn't stolen that half a potato. |
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Trinity College, Dublin
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The spire and examination hall |
Inside the examination hall. |
The organ (which doesn't work) |
"Over there is the student union, which represents
the dregs of humanity raised up to the foils of democracy" |
The Zone of
Unclassifiability
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An elusive picture of Catherine
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Mark leans on a very large cross
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Fergus smiles at Gatwick
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Fergus smiles at the writer's museum
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Other people smile at the writer's museum
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Wakey wakey Fergus
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Dancing secretaries. We don't know either.
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Miss R gets her presents
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Miss R a little worse for wear. Again.
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Sophie's Photos
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I'm fed up of writing captions and making excuses.
Photos are Sophie's fault. Things portrayed are probably Jonny's fault. |
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