More than 100 HAP tenants in Dublin lost their homes after poor conditions flagged
“An innocent tenant, through no fault of their own, ends up back homeless because a landlord doesn’t carry out the works,” says one councillor.
Members of the same family have lived in this iconic building, or earlier incarnations of it, in Temple Bar since the 1600s.
Patrick Nelis visits the Residential Tenancies Board most days, sometimes twice a day, to argue cases for tenants. He didn’t always do this. He used to work with horses.
Gavin Mee kept travelling and gigging and loving right up to the end, even as his heart was failing him.
There is something of a ritual most mornings in the magazine section of Eason on O’Connell Street.
The painter’s work depicts his family life: playing FIFA on Xbox, falling asleep in front of the TV, and tying his shoes without help from the father he’s never met, who is the reason people often ask him where he’s from.
“They’re made for dancing,” says Tessie Carroll, pointing to the high heels the woman inspects before leaving empty-handed. “Jaysus, if you brought gold here they’d want silver.”
Caught in the barbed wire wrapped around the convent’s front gate, a woman was trying to escape. As the couple passed by, she called for help.
When groundskeeper Joe Tyrrell buried Bang Bang in the early 1980s, it was in an unmarked grave. A local business wants to get the Dublin legend a headstone.
Amid the grandeur of Baggot Street, Ismael Yildiz’s kebab shack has been sat for 36 years like a leftover piece of a movie set.