Dublinisms


#122

Fizzborough
Mind the trams


#123

It’s bleedin’ rapih (with a ‘h’) you unmitigated Glasnevin toff you !


#124

There seems to be a few sleveens knocking about on this site in the last few days.


#125

Some Dubs also stick a t on the end of some words, such as cousin, which becomes cousint!

I’ve always liked the real city centre Dublin accent. It sounds much better than the fcuking annoying “I was like totally” Dorsh accent.

Exhibit A:


#126

Believe it or not my ma was in that school class. Around the corner from Gardiner street


#127

Ah fair play!


#128

She moved from Gardiner street in the 70’s out to the wild west took her years to get used to it.


#129

That happened a generation of people from town and some never got used to it.
Funny the way we call it ‘town’. I really like that. When I hear the Cnuts on the stupider radio stations saying things like ‘At four o clock in the city, I’m Eamonn Torsney…’ I feel like getting an Ak and running amok! They are not Dubs, regardless of where they were born. It’s town and that’s it.


#130

Yeah my ma still says I’m going into towen…


#131

I’ve always noticed how syllables have their own Dublin pronunciation.

Spoon becomes spoo-in.

Poem becomes pome.

Home becomes ho-em.

Moon becomes moo-in.


#132

Were blemmers called lammers too?
Has gear been mentioned. As in that new BMX you got is Gear.
And yeah it was always gettin the bus into town.


#133

…going to the flicks tonight


#134

Chung wan/fella.


#135

Same with my Ma. Grew up in the shadow of Croke Park, with town on her doorstep. Hated the isolation of where she and the Da wound up in the Badlands of Glasnevin North.


#136

I still call it the pictures my son can’t get his head around that? The cinema? Pictures?


#137

Ah remember that that’s gear! Abd then it became a more sinister meaning. Another memory is Skill and knowledge and for some reason you would breath on yer fingers nails as if to polish them don’t ask me where that came from…


#138

And the horror movie was the haunted picture👻


#139

Yeah it took my mam a long time to get her head around living near working farms… no shops. No bus service. Only thing was there where lots of neighbours in the same boat. She would never leave now. She was lucky she left Talbot street to go home to Gardiner street twenty minutes before the bombs went off in 74.


#140

Salem’s lot. Still can’t watch it!


#141

That yoke crashing through the window, landing in the corner and then …morphing into the vampire. Change of underwear needed after that!