A Different View
Room to roam – but not necessarily to improve
A Different View with Dave O’Connell
Despite the fact that we grew up in what qualified by any standards as a fairly small house, we had two rooms in our home that we rarely went into.
We had a sitting room that might have failed to Descriptions Act because we rarely got to sit in it – and we had a rubbish room, which was perfectly named as it just stored all the stuff we no longer wanted or needed.
In the meantime, we crowded into the kitchen where there were two armchairs – not for children – and a kitchen table.
The actual kitchen was the size of two telephone boxes side by side, into which was packed a sink, shelving and cooker. The fridge didn’t fit so it stood in the hallway under the stairs.
So we – two adults and three children – effectively occupied one half of the available space in the downstairs of our family home. Because we needed one room for rubbish and the other in case anyone important should come to call.
The notion of a parlour is an age-old Irish tradition – and one, quite frankly, that makes absolutely no sense.
Why would you close off the best room in your house, elevating – or in reality, relegating – it to special occasions?
We effectively had a kitchen/diner before that became the buzz phrase for auctioneers everywhere – only ours was more henhouse than farmhouse because you couldn’t swing a cat in it.
We weren’t unique, but you wonder now where we all fitted – particularly in the summer time when relations descended on us as thought we lived in a small hotel.
Then the three bedrooms took on the appearance of a sardine can with various children topping and tailing to make sure there wasn’t an inch of space going spare in the bed.
When one turned, everyone turned – and you only hoped that the one on the outside hit the wall instead of the floor in this nocturnal equivalent of the Mexican wave.
It wasn’t just that we never felt deprived by all of this – because we weren’t – but I was passing our old house last week and I wondered what possessed my parents to further reduce out footprint in this compact semi-dee by closing off half of the downstairs to everyone but the very important or, in the case of the rubbish room, the not important at all.
Of course part of the reason it wasn’t a problem was that we were outdoors more often than inside.
We couldn’t sit around watching television all day, for two reasons – we weren’t allowed, but even if we were, RTE didn’t start until the evening, so you’d have been looking at the test card until your eyes went square.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
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If you don’t know who you are, the door staff have no chance
A Different View with Dave O’Connell
The only time in your life that you should ever utter the words: “Do you know who I am?” are if you’ve just had a bang on the head or you are unfortunately suffering from dementia.
Because, otherwise, the phrase ‘do you know who I am’ only serves to make things a whole lot worse.
Normally, the phrase is unleashed towards late night door staff on a wave of alcohol – and never once in the history of time has it produced the result the utterer had intended.
The doorman may well know who you are which is often the very reason you’re not getting into the place in the first instance – or if he doesn’t know who you are, he won’t be unduly influenced when he does, unless you’re a famous movie star or his long-lost cousin.
‘Do you know where I am?’ might often be closer to the phrase you’re looking for, because that would serve you well when you’re looking for a taxi.
‘Do you know who I am?’ is a threatening phrase that in truth wouldn’t frighten the cat. But if you’re anxious to dig the hole a few shovels deeper, you should follow up with ‘I’d like to speak to your manager.’
Managers can be elusive at the best of times, but they’re normally rarer than hen’s teeth when it comes to the small hours of the morning – and even if they’re there, they are most likely watching proceedings on CCTV…just so they know who you are, in case you yourself can’t remember.
‘I’d like to speak to your manager’ suggests that you and he or she are from the one social sphere which is several strata north of the one occupied by door staff.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
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Eurovision is just a giant party that could never cause offence
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As it turned out, we were much closer to a Eurovision win than we could ever have imagined – not Ireland, of course, because we’ve now mastered the art of just sending cannon fodder to be blown out in the semi-final.
No, this was just two of us – myself and our eldest – who were lucky enough to be at Anfield for the Reds’ recent win over Brentford, where positioned in the seat right in front of us were four happy lads from Finland.
One of them, we now know, was Käärijä, the singer of the catchiest song at Eurovision, Cha Cha Cha.
But just a week before 7,000 people sung his catchphrase at the Eurovision Arena, he and two his mates – accompanied by an older bloke who had to be either his dad or from the national broadcaster – sat anonymously in the same corner of the lower level of Anfield’s Main Stand.
He was utterly unknown to us as well of course, and the only thing that saw him stand out was his green nail varnish. Live and let live, of course, but it still ensures that you make an impression even if it looks like you were just very late for St Patrick’s Day.
Käärijä may well be Liverpool’s greatest Scandinavian fan, although the bar for that is set fairly high, given that they invade the city in greater numbers every two weeks than the Vikings did just once during the first millennium.
Equally, he may not be a football fan at all – although, as the rest of the week proved, he sure loves a crowd.
Positioned as we were in the corner of the Main Stand, the next section to us, around the corner in the Anfield Road Stand – currently adding a top layer – was occupied by the visiting Brentford supporters.
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Tapping is contactless – but it’s soulless too
A Different View with Dave O’Connell
Contactless payments reached a record €17.9 billion in Ireland last year – up by 31 per cent on 2021, as people came out from under their Covid shell and appear to have left their cash behind them.
Figures from the Banking & Payments Federation found that – despite the cost-of-living increases – the Irish public made three million contactless payments a day, worth an average of €53 million in the final quarter of 2022.
Given that there are 3.8 million people in Ireland over the age of 18, that means that almost every single one of us tapped the card every day last year.
And again, on the presumption that there are a few who still prefer peeling a fifty off a wad of notes, the true figure may be even higher, as we eschew actual money every time we go into a restaurant, bar or shop.
Then comes the monthly morning of reckoning when you open your statement – electronic of course because, like paper money, banks don’t deal in paper statements anymore either – and your guilty secrets unfurl like a rap sheet before your very eyes.
Five taps of a Friday night in the local, followed by a five-ounce burger meal on the way home.
And just why did you need a family-pack of crisps when a small bag would have done? Was all that beer and wine really for a party, or a night in just for one?
Cash provided plenty of dark corners to ignore your profligacy, but there are no hiding places in the contactless world.
Worse still, until that morning of reckoning arrives, you’ve no clue how much you’ve spent, and handing over the card doesn’t hurt half as much as parting with hard cash.
For more, read this week’s Connacht Tribune.
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