Theatre Of The Street14-06-2011
One of the things I love about living in Dublin is the entertainment that can be found in every nook and cranny with the minimal amount of effort. I'm not talking about gigs and comedy clubs and movies and the likes. I am talking about the living, breathing, insane thing that I like to call 'The Theatre of the Street'.
I'm pretty sure I have ranted about this once before, many moons ago, but sometimes there is just too much going on on those wondrous streets to remember it all to write down.
See because the city is full to the brim with people from all walks of life, the Cast of the TOTS is forever changing and presenting you with ever more hilarious scenes to watch. From the six college students too drunk to figure out that the beeping noise is the pedestrian crossing beside them to the mad woman that used to dance for hours on end up on O'Connell Street there is something for everyone.
All you have to do is watch.
But I do hold a special place in my heart for the conversations that happen the odd time in the TOTS, because they are just so damn special.
Like this morning on my way to work. I left the Dart Station and walked down towards the office taking my usual route. In front of me where two inner-city idiots. We all know the sort I mean. They have that look that genetics sort of just gave up on their particular branch of the bonsai tree but couldn't bring itself to cut them off entirely. Just in case.
As we three walked, with a safe distance between us of course, the following dialogue was said between the pair.
Idiot One: I'm tellin' ya man that shit last night was fuckin' unreal.
Idiot Two: I know wha' ya mean, best fifty squids I ever spends.
Idiot One: Fuckin' right but here, how'd you get the money so fast? Sure you drop a wad on that race the other day.
Idiot Two: Sold some shit to Jimmo didn't I. Dumb fuck thought he was gettin' a great deal. Fifty squids.
Idiot Two starts laughing.
Idiot One: Wha's funny about that?
Idiot Two: I didn't have anything to sell him, did I? So me ma had this big bag of thyme.
Idiot One: Time?
Idiot Two: Yea thyme.
Idiot One: Like what you get in a watch? That time?
Idiot Two: No you muppet, like what you get in stew. Thyme. It's one of those herbs. Anyway she had a big bag of the stuff, puts it into everything. So I just put a load of it into a bag and sold it to Jimmo. Fifty squids for fuckin' stew maker.
Both idiots are laughing now. Then Idiot One stops suddenly
Idiot One: Here! I bought some shit off you a few months back and it didn't do nothing. Did you sell me thyme as well?
Idiot Two stops laughing, looks at Idiot One, then breaks into a run. Idiot One follows.
Folks I won't lie, if I didn't have gainful employment to be attending I would have ran after them to see the next scene.
But that is why I love The Theatre of the Street. You really couldn't write that shit if you tried .