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Hud (3,812 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 09:59	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
Hud (3,812 Posts)	From the Irish Times today. Literary critic goes all Dirty Harriet. But fair play to her for sowing it into these tramps. ********************************************************* An Irishwoman's Diary Eileen Battersby It was late. The all-night car park had in fact closed at 1am and our station wagon was locked in. We had to wait. It was nearly 4am before that happy reunion took place. In an attempt to salvage the night, I decided to post my credit card payment in Donnybrook, as the traffic was bound to be lighter than during working hours. Not since the days when I used to live in Dublin and always travelled by bike had I had such a pleasant few minutes gliding through the dry city streets. All those bright lights. You forget about them in the country. Bright lights and that cold neon glow. The car was clean. I felt organised and was enjoying the fluency of driving without the usual city bumper-to-bumper crawl. But the fun lasted only about three minutes. A riot appeared to be going on in Leeson Street. What political demonstration could possibly be taking place in the middle of the night? But no, there was no "cause" at stake - it was not about race or religion; it was only the crowds vacating the night clubs. People falling against each other, screaming, making vulgar gestures, four 20-something males, pants down, were busy seeing who could urinate the farthest. The watching girls added their comments, desperate not to be left out of something apparently as cultural as a urinating contest. The car in front of us screeched to a halt as a youth threw himself in front of it. We slowed down; it would have been too easy to hit one of the drunken, flaying figures. Then, a couple of young men jumped on to the bonnet of my car while their pals slapped their hands against the windows and made grabbing gestures. My view was filled with smirking faces, teeth, fingers and hands. Suddenly a jeering voice shouted at me. I turned around as a lanky character in a pink shirt screamed obscenities at me, lifted the tail gate and proceeded to climb into the back of my station wagon. I'd had enough and wasn't scared, just furious. I stopped the car and pushed open the door, forcing another fellow who had been pounding on my window, busy calling me a "fat old cow", to jump back out of my way. He seemed surprised and backed off. Absolute rage is a strange sensation. It is as if your mind splits into two; one half was telling me to stay in the car and lock the door - the guy was already in the boot space - the other half was saying: "Use your fists - you didn't have two brothers and spend all that time running, jumping, climbing and riding bikes and horses for nothing." My house had been burgled and ransacked recently and I hadn't forgotten that either. One of my dogs had been viciously beaten during the robbery; she has been left weakened, vulnerable, defeated by some swine who thought he was great, beating a brave young house pet with a cast-iron frying pan. My tack had been stolen; saddles, bridles as well as computers, files and instruments, music, archive material, my daughter's violin. A disgusting mess of torn papers, letters, books, prints, maps had been left. All of this surged through my mind and then, crazily, I also remembered I had a new bridle and a new horse rug - replacement tack - in the boot. I wasn't going to lose another horse rug. The rug became monumental. Holding the keys in my hand, I ran out and snapped open the tail gate. "Get out of my car," I said in a low, menacing growl. "Get out of my car." The fellow laughed and stuck his fingers in my face. "Get out of my car," I repeated, pulling him by his hair. He stopped sneering and screamed in pain. I kept pulling and pulled so hard, a clump of sweaty hair came away in my hand. He shrieked as I grabbed his shoulder and half hauled him out. The intruder lurched away from the back of the car. I kicked him, maybe three times. I punched him in the face and felt my fist against his teeth. There was blood on my hand, I'm quite sure he didn't bite me. I slammed down the tail gate. Then, as I turned around his jeering buddies, all middle-class boys with south Dublin accents, who had been chanting "fat ugly ct", roared "mad ugly bitch, mad ugly bitch" back - but they had stopped laughing. Now they were indignant. Outraged. It was obvious what they thought. How dare I react with such bad temper? Had I not realised I was supposed to be crying and pleading for mercy? I swung round and went to pull open the driver's door. A young fellow - young enough, as they all were, to be my son - kicked it closed. I turned and kicked him. Luckily for him, I kicked higher than I had intended and merely winded him. I could feel my foot landing in the soft pad of his stomach. He fell over, though, and I got into the car and gunned it. No one played at blocking my path this time. On delivering the payment, I drove back to Leeson Street, intending to offer my two cents worth to the guards. But the street was empty. It's an ugly little story and I'm not proud of acting like a thug. I feel diminished for having been caught up in the sort of moronic, threatening "fun" that is making driving through Irish streets almost as dangerous as walking them.
HangBlaa (2,471 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 10:13	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
HangBlaa (2,471 Posts)	Fair play to Eileen. Thats brilliant.
John Holmes (1,333 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 10:22	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
John Holmes (1,333 Posts)	Fair play to her, but they were only 'soot Dahblin' Ladyboys. If she had a similiar experience in Gardiner St or O'Connel Street , there mightn't be as good a story to tell for the plucky woman.
haysavedcorkbet (522 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 12:42	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
haysavedcorkbet (522 Posts)	Originally posted by John Holmes : Fair play to her, but they were only 'soot Dahblin' Ladyboys. If she had a similiar experience in Gardiner St or O'Connel Street , there mightn't be as good a story to tell for the plucky woman. You couldnt kick these p**sheads enough times.
deiseach (5,099 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 12:52	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
deiseach (5,099 Posts)	I wonder if some culchie - like, say, most of the people on this site - wrote an article about how they whaled on some northside skanger in the manner of Eileen Battersby, would the Irish Times a) publish the article, adding its implicit approval; or b) bemoan the culture of violence in our society, blaming The Man who has left the cheery Dublin equivalent of Dick Van Dyke's cockerney in such a downtrodden state of disempowerment that any amount of anti-social behaviour can be excused
EvoMorales (1,823 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 13:08	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
EvoMorales (1,823 Posts)	Only pity was that she didn't have a gun to really put the sh*ts up these "brave" younglads. Fair play to her all the same. I'd have pulled yer mans hair in the direction of the open car door and slammed it shut on his head. As usual not a cop in sight of course, were probably stopping for Tax and insurance around the corner though you can bet.
gaelic follower (167 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 13:26	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
gaelic follower (167 Posts)	She could have had the head beaten off her by these creatine fuelled rugby jocks!
dancarter (2,852 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 13:35	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
dancarter (2,852 Posts)	why did you assume they were rugby players? maybe they were kilmacud players, or from tallaght, all of which is also on the southside
clarem (809 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 13:38	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
clarem (809 Posts)	Interesting piece - she was lucky one of them didn't attack her and drive off with the car. I don't know if she was brave or foolish...
sliothar queen (1,115 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 13:48	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
sliothar queen (1,115 Posts)	She sounds totally desperate and fed up. Fair play to her in a way but she's lucky he didn't go for her
handyscore (2,974 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 13:54	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
handyscore (2,974 Posts)	Originally posted by deiseach: I wonder if some culchie - like, say, most of the people on this site - wrote an article about how they whaled on some northside skanger in the manner of Eileen Battersby, would the Irish Times a) publish the article, adding its implicit approval; or b) bemoan the culture of violence in our society, blaming The Man who has left the cheery Dublin equivalent of Dick Van Dyke's cockerney in such a downtrodden state of disempowerment that any amount of anti-social behaviour can be excused That is true of course this is just her side of the story, how do we know any of the story is true. How big was this kid? how big was this woman? Some women are plenty big these days. She says he stuck his fingers in her face so I suppose she was provoked. She said they had southside accents so I assume they were well off rugby playing types. A Tallaght accent isnot the same as a southside accident.
scalder (3,637 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 13:57	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
scalder (3,637 Posts)	Go girl, but can see how she feels diminished by it, but far better than if she'd allowed them to cow her! She was lucky they didn't do her some serious harm. We've a dog and I only imagine the anger you'd feel if someone injured her like that, I'd be looking for revenge too!
An Puc Fada (764 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 15:32	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
An Puc Fada (764 Posts)	Originally posted by handyscore: That is true of course this is just her side of the story, how do we know any of the story is true. How big was this kid? how big was this woman? Some women are plenty big these days. She says he stuck his fingers in her face so I suppose she was provoked. . He was in her car, man! That's reason enough for me. I wonder though was there a large element of surprise acting in her favour....that a woman was fighting back with these gobsh*tes. Might have been a different story if a lad got out of his car to them.
Menapian. (1,498 Posts)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 16:55	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
Menapian. (1,498 Posts)	Originally posted by EvoMorales: As usual not a cop in sight of course, were probably stopping for Tax and insurance around the corner though you can bet. Good point. Where are the Gardai in the centre of Dublin when all of the night clubs are emptying?
An Fear Rua (Editor)	Posted: 12-Nov-2007 17:17	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
An Fear Rua (Editor)	Great headline Hud !! Bet none of those soppy literary types will be contradicting Eileen next time she slates one of the pathetic literary efforts ...
Hud (3,812 Posts)	Posted: 15-Nov-2007 11:02	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
Hud (3,812 Posts)	AFR, Amusingly enough, letter to the Times today: Madam, - Eileen Batters Boy .(An Irishwoman`s Diary, November 12th .) .. - Yours, etc, AOIFE HOLDEN, Moorefield House, Carlow.
ttown buoy (1,178 Posts)	Posted: 15-Nov-2007 11:20	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
ttown buoy (1,178 Posts)	saw that today go Aoife! Originally posted by Hud: AFR, Amusingly enough, letter to the Times today: Madam, - Eileen Batters Boy . .(An Irishwoman`s Diary, November 12th . .) . .. - Yours, etc, AOIFE HOLDEN, Moorefield House, Carlow.
LimerickNomad (Power User)	Posted: 15-Nov-2007 11:22	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
LimerickNomad (Power User)	Originally posted by Hud: AFR, Amusingly enough, letter to the Times today: Madam, - Eileen Batters Boy . .(An Irishwoman`s Diary, November 12th . .) . .. - Yours, etc, AOIFE HOLDEN, Moorefield House, Carlow. Great minds? Fools?
Swinging Dangler (942 Posts)	Posted: 15-Nov-2007 11:22	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
Swinging Dangler (942 Posts)	Originally posted by Hud: AFR, Amusingly enough, letter to the Times today: Madam, - Eileen Batters Boy . .(An Irishwoman`s Diary, November 12th . .) . .. - Yours, etc, AOIFE HOLDEN, Moorefield House, Carlow. Where`s the justice??!!! Another AFR rip-off!
deiseach (5,099 Posts)	Posted: 15-Nov-2007 11:27	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
deiseach (5,099 Posts)	Originally posted by An Puc Fada: I wonder though was there a large element of surprise acting in her favour....that a woman was fighting back with these gobsh*tes. Definitely. The entire scene would have played out in a fraction of the time it took to read the details.
Hud (3,812 Posts)	Posted: 15-Nov-2007 11:40	Quote Edit Delete Report Post Post Reply
Hud (3,812 Posts)	Originally posted by Swinging Dangler: Where`s the justice??!!! Another AFR rip-off! Ah no, I didn`t mean it like that. It wasn`t exactly a scintillating pun of the "vice of the beehive" variety .(big shout out to jay sherman on that .) .. I`m sure Aoife got there all on her owney-o. Hud, trusting people`s better nature for more years than he cares to remember.

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