**** things about the 70s,80s,90s...that don't happen now!

On the last point, eBay used to shut for a few hours a week. Friday mornings our time.

Google used to update results every few weeks, but there was a period of a few months between the end of that era and tjr start of faster updates where they had none at all

I had, and have lost, a pigsback.com printed guide to websites. So many early Irish sites mentioned there. May have actually directed me here

A never registered (so no tags), butchered lamb was a comment method of payment for nixers back where my Dad's family is from until ~15 years ago.

It may still be; the sheep farmer that owes me some favours has given me use of his van or pickup when needed instead. And there's only so many koftas I can make.

That butchering was done on farm by experienced farmers, not professional butchers.

I won’t click on an article from The Sun. Vile outlet.

Many thanks to those posters that have responded to my question about Schuko two-pin plugs/sockets - I've ended up knowing more than I expected to . . . once again, thanks.

Sammy's Super T-Shirt

Not sure if this quite belongs here but saw this on Twitter and found it interesting. Talking to young people in Dublin in 1989 about their fashion looks. Seems like Dublin was a pretty cool place back then anyway. I see central bank was big hangout place, same as when I was a teen in the mid/late 90s

No idea what a psychobilly is though lol.

https://x.com/dieworkwear/status/1795196262322483252

Few if any shops offer them but both the Indo and Irish Times offer delivery in many urban areas (using each others networks to fill in gaps and offering other papers or mags too) plus I think An Post will do it for elderly/housebound elsewhere.

Mine is delivered by a guy in a car. Paid monthly by card, never talk to the guy as I'm rarely awake at that time!

When I was about 15 or so I used to stand at the traffic lights near the Dead Mans Inn on what is now the N4 selling newspapers. When the lights went red you'd walk / jog down between the lines of cars with a Herald and a Press on each arm so the headlines were clearly visible. You'd sell the papers through the car windows and then try and dodge your way back to the traffic lights when they went green and the traffic starting moving again. My folks though I was delivering papers on a paper round as we all used to head off in a van loaded with newspapers after school to be dropped off. When they found out what I was actually doing they went mad and stopped me doing it any more. The tips were always great!

One of those girls was on the same course as me in Trinity. A couple of the others went there too.

And I wasn't a psychobilly but I saw The Cramps when they played at the SFX in 1995. (The SFX is something that isn't around these days!)

Forget if they tasted shîte or not but who remembers these?

Ornaments, ornaments everywhere. Every house, be it a ceramic statue of a Victorian couple on a bench, a set of six small brass cannons, or a trippy tie dye blue glass fish with eyes that followed you around,, you would find large pointless and often creepy dust gatherers everywhere.

Thankfully that seems to have died out.