#Cork City centre

[streetsofdublin]

HORSE-DRAWN HEARSE IN CORK

Here in Ireland we do good funerals - actually, they are among the best in the World. If you die it is hoped that the funeral will be celebrated by a priest who does a good mass and a lovely funeral and you are expected to turn up in style

DOES THE PRIEST DO A GOOD MASS AND A LOVELY FUNERAL Here in Ireland we do good funerals – actually, they are among the best in the World. If you die it is hoped that the funeral will be celebrated by a priest who does a good mass and a lovely funeral and you are expected to turn up in style and you should not be too late. For at least 800 years the Irish were widely known for their remarkable…

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The 15th protest rally in as many weeks calling for a permanent ceasefire in Gaza took place in Cork City centre... Despite the wind and rain that is battering the city ahead of Storm Isha, the demonstration, organised by Cork Palestine Solidarity Campaign (CPSC), saw hundreds braving the elements to show their support for the people of Gaza and Palestine. The demonstrators heard speakers criticise the Government for what they call its "inaction" over the war in Gaza. Cork City Councillor Lorna Bogue said: "History will judge the Irish government harshly for its refusal to take Israel to court for genocide."

-- "Hundreds brave wind and rain in Cork to protest against Gaza conflict" by Greg Murphy, 20 Jan 2024

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Immortal Beloved - Chapter Twelve.

Unless a little miracle occurs in the writing, this will be the last chapter for a while, besties. I need to get the last chapters all plotted and planned perfectly, so updates are paused until I do. Thank you, as ever, for being such a beautiful and captive audience :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,716

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

It was a small, yet beautiful affair, the bride and groom exchanging their vows in front of the Christmas tree at Georgian House on New Year’s Eve, their loved ones assembled around them. Candles lit the room in a glitter of amber and ochre upon every surface, the scents of spruce and cinnamon perfuming the air.  

The groom wore a charcoal suit, as did his brothers, and the bride was resplendent in blush lace, the gown hugging her curves. The flower girl wore a little dress that matched that of the bride, Polly having to pull her back from hugging the legs of the woman she now referred to as mommy Bryn while she and her father exchanged rings.  

“And with the exchange of rings and vows, it gives me great pleasure to announce you man and wife. Go on now, John. Give her a kiss!” Johnny spoke, who had officiated the marriage, John taking his wife’s face in his hands as their lips met to the raucous cheers and applause from their guests. Just one month before, he had been a lonely single man, and now he was once again wed. To a vampire. One just couldn’t make it up.  

“Congratulations! Oh, you look so beautiful, flower,” Grace spoke warmly as she and Bryn embraced, Tommy offering his best to John.  

Bryn kissed her cheek, grasping her hands. “Well, if not for you and Polly, I likely wouldn’t have!” Grace and Polly had been instrumental in finding a dress at the last minute, Bryn giving them a vague idea of what she wished for, the women trawling through the bridal boutique within Birmingham city centre to find anything that matched.  

Polly had paid them a very handsome wedge to remain open after 5pm upon discovering a few dresses that fitted the description given. Bryn’s vast jewellery collection meant she was prepared there, a purchase of lace and Polly’s handiness at the sewing machine had sorted Katie, Bettie laid on the food and the house was already beautifully decorated enough.  

All John had to do was put his best suit on and not turn up drunk.  

Arthur had very nearly seen to the latter not happening, until he’d been reminded of his now sister-in-law's likely fury should he not wait until the celebrations afterwards. John had never seen a man push a bottle of whiskey away across a table so quickly. 

Music filled the air as the bride and groom received the warmest wishes from their guests, champagne flowing, Bettie’s delicious array of party food being devoured and merriment abounding. It was tinged with a little melancholy for Bryn, though, her heart clutched in sadness that Alexander and Joy were not present. She’d cried in John’s arms the day before after being sent an abundance of flowers from Joy, and a gift from Alexander she most definitely intended to enjoy, too.  

“So, what is it in this bottle your son sent?” John asked after finding her in the kitchen, opening said bottle up. “You were too busy having a moment to ask yesterday.”  

“This, my love, is a bloody pain to get into firstly,” she began, negotiating the wax seal with a knife. “Inside this bottle is virgin’s blood, which as I am unsure whether I have mentioned is the only way a vampire may become intoxicated. Something about the purity mixing with us being the antithesis of that, I don’t know, but it works.”  

His hand rubbed fondly at her bare upper back, mischief alighting his handsome features. “Nah, you didn’t mention that, but it’ll be fun getting to watch me new wife pissed out of her head.”  

Decanting a measure into a wine glass, she re-corked the bottle, taking a sip. “Oooh, it’s Japanese. I did wonder where he was at present, seems his travels have taken him from Sicily to the far east.” Another sip followed. “One glass I shall be merry, two and should think rather sloshed.” 

John nodded at the glass. “Hurry up and drink it, then.”  

“My darling husband,” she cooed, grasping his face gently in her hand. “Ever the perpetuator of shenanigans!” 

“Ar, that’s me.” Taking her hand, he led her back to the festivities, not able to stop himself from admiring her adoringly. Drunk or sober, she was his complete everything. Sinking the blood, she left a little in the bottom of the glass, topping off her champagne with it so it would not take immediate, strong effect. Much like alcohol for a human, it would require a few more glasses for her to become tipsy. 

They continued to mingle with their guests, eventually parting from one another, John enjoying time with his brothers while Bryn made a point to go and speak with the young woman she enjoyed the company of very much after their first meet at Christmas.  

“I have to say it, Bryn, your home is absolutely stunning,” Ada spoke, being given the grand tour by her new sister-in-law. “And you’re letting a reprobate like our John move in, too. Brave.”  

She widened her eyes a fraction. “See those vases over there on the landing? He nearly broke one three nights ago. Drunk as a lord, falling up the stairs making his intentions very clearly known. ‘I’m gonna smash the hell out of you, bab!’ is what I had yelled at me, before he stumbled and very nearly ended up smashing my beautiful porcelain instead. Thank the stars I can move as rapidly as I do, saving it mid-descent to the ground.”  

Ada shook her head. “My brother, ever the charmer.” Running her hand over the rim of the tall, black and gold vase, she marvelled at its beauty. “How old are they?” 

Bryn paused for thought a moment. “I was living in China when I bought them new, so that makes them around three hundred years old. They did well to survive the voyage when I moved back to European shores, packed in crates padded out with hay.”  

Immediately Ada removed her hand, looking perturbed. “Yes, and my clod of a brother lives here now. You might want to glue things down, Bryn.”  

The vampire chuckled, resting a hand to her shoulder. “He isn’t that bad, I assure you. Although he did break my bed, but that wasn’t from any kind of clumsiness. The fewer details you know there, the better, I feel.” 

She snorted, pulling a face. “Yeah, yeah do spare me those!” They shared laughter, heading back down the staircase, Bryn telling her of the history behind the grand crystal chandelier when suddenly, an almighty boom sounded from outside. 

“Stay here,” she instructed, placing a protective hand against Ada’s middle to halt her upon the stairs, moving rapidly to look through the glass panels bordering the front door. The sound of surprised gasps and commotion coming from the sitting room reached her ears, the pounding footfalls of heavy boots striding towards her as she witnessed the second car parked out there explode into a ball of flames.  

Turning, the first eyes she met were Tommy’s, both silently confirming one another’s thoughts.  

“Cover the rear of the house, I will hover above where my eyes will be of greatest merit to see what’s coming.”  

It hadn’t been lost on either of them, the distraction tactics. The same could not be said for Bryn’s newly betrothed, though.  

“Them fucking cunts,” John growled, yanking a machine gun from the hallway cupboard where they were stowed in times of no guards being present upon the front gates, striding for the front door. Immediately, his wife appeared in front of him. “Bryn, out of the way.” 

“Darling, no. Get to the back of the house with your brothers,” she spoke, her eyes as urgent as her tones, flitting to see Arthur arm himself similarly, throwing one to Tommy as well.  

“But they’re fucking out the bloody front!” he yelled, Bryn closing her eyes tightly. 

“It’s a diversion, John! Get to the back of the house. Trust me. Remember my place in commanding an army as a human. I have seen this before.” He was about to make protest, but the look she shot him made the words shrivel and die right there in his throat, indeed remembering. When your wife was once hailed as a warlord, it was perhaps not in a man’s best interests to argue with her.  

“Ada, get the guests into the cellar, children first,” she then spoke, all of the men capable of fighting heading to the rear of the house, Isaiah and Mickey keeping an eye on the front from concealed points at the front windows, just to be certain. The three eldest of the Shelby men moved swiftly to the back of the house, Bryn vanishing within a flash.  

True to her estimations, bullets began to fly through the air, the three taking points of concealment to begin fighting back against the onslaught of machine gun wielding northers peppering the rear of the house with bullets. Being gunners in the army, the former members of the Warwickshire Yeomanry gave as good as they got, men hitting the ground with grunts as they were taken out, John wondering just where Bryn had gotten to when suddenly, a Rasmussen found himself in flight. 

She was bringing the attack from the air, he saw, the man screaming in surprise before his corpse hit the snowy ground, his head dropped a second later.  

“Got a bit of an affinity for that, hasn’t she?” Tommy shouted over the roar of the guns.  

“She ain’t half,” John snickered, watching another leave the ground rapidly. She seemed to change track then, the remaining men finding themselves rapidly disarmed, five of them left, Bryn landing neatly before them as her husband and brothers-in-law stood.  

“Do you have this handled, Brynhild? I think the fire brigade could benefit from being called and somebody going to check the front,” Tommy spoke, adjusting his jacket.  

Her smile grew, an eerie growl rattling her throat. One of the men made a move to his pocket, finding himself shot straight between the eyes by John. “Any more of ya move an inch and I swear to fuck, this ain’t gonna end well for ya. The rest of you, drop the bloody guns. Now.”  

She smiled, jerking her head in his direction as she spoke to Tommy. “If I didn’t, then he certainly does.” He departed, Bryn pivoting neatly, eyeing the men with alarming menace. “I feel the silver upon you all. If you wish to leave with your lives intact, then drop your weaponry and fight me, five on one. See how well you can best a woman when not armed with such an advantage.” 

One ran, Arthur sending a round into his back, the four remaining all rifling in their pockets, taking the silver knives they were armed with and casting them aside. “We go down fighting, lads. Hold your chins up now, boys.”  

“Yes,” Bryn rumbled in dark laughter, popping her fangs. “Hold your chins up, let me get a good look at what I am to bite.” She moved in a nanosecond, the first man missing his throat in the next moment, dropping to the floor. The remaining two found themselves toyed with, the vampire allowing them to get a few punches in even, laughing and cracking them back with balled fists that shattered bones, grinning widely as she did.  

The brother’s exchanged glances, Arthur pulling his hipflask out. “Shall we er, shall we just stand here and let her get on with it, John boy?” 

He took the flask passed to him, glugging back a few mouthfuls as he watched his wife put her fist clean through a skull. “Yeah, might as well. She looks like she’s having a good time of it.” He raised his eyebrows, passing the flask back, letting out a low whistle as he scratched his head.  

“What’s that face for, eh?” Arthur inquired, he and John ducking when a severed arm flew in their direction.  

“Ahh, just thinking how knackered I’m gonna be tomorrow. If she’s this amped up, she ain’t gonna calm down easily, so I’ll probably have to spend most of the early morning fucking her until she finally unwinds.” He snorted laughing, his grin widening. “What a fucking hardship, eh?” 

Arthur joined him in drunken laughter, watching Bryn continue to eviscerate the men. “Go on, love! Enjoy yaself!” He chuckled, looking back at John. “I think the way she is right now, you’ll probably break her back before you calm her down.” 

Once again, the hipflask was passed, John still tittering with mirth. “I dislocated her hip once, shagging the absolute shit out of her, I was. Proper gave her a pounding and then suddenly, CRACK! And she just fucking pops it back in like it’s nothing and tells me to carry on!” 

“Fucking hell!” 

“I know!” 

Arthur hiccupped, a long snort of laughter suddenly leaving his nose, hysterics following.  

“What?” John chuckled, laughing more the further his brother fell apart. 

“Your wife...” 

“Yeah, what about me wife?” 

“She’s a fucking vampire!” His laughter was but a drunken hiss as he hugged his sides, snorting, John descending with him. “How the fuck is our life even fucking real that you’re married to a dead bird? And how am I alright with it all when I was so fucking... well you know how I was.” 

John watched Bryn’s little spree of carnage end, dropping a severed head onto the floor, muttering complaint about her patio becoming bloody. “Because she’s great?” 

“Yeah,” he agreed, the vampire herself appearing before them at speed, Arthur reaching out and holding her face in his hands, kissing her forehead. “She bloody is.” 

“Okay, it seems I am done,” Bryn finished, sucking blood from her fingers, grinning in triumph.  

“And what do you propose is done with the bodies, bab?” Arthur asked, reaching to pull a piece of sinew from her hair.  

“I have some old, jute sacks in the outhouse from coal deliveries. I shall scoop up what remains, weigh each one down and dump them into Witton Lakes. It is the nearest deep body of water I can think of.” 

“You better hurry, love,” John spoke, jerking his head in the direction of the house. “Fire brigade will be here in a bit, and the old bill will likely turn up with ‘em an’ all.” 

He made a good point. The sudden explosion of a number of cars would of course rouse suspicion of criminal activity. While she was ferrying the dead over to Witton, though, John and Arthur assisting in quickly covering all the bloodied snow by shovelling fresh atop it, Tommy explained away the incident to the police.  

“I think it was my fault, constable,” he began, viewing the smouldering wreck of his Bentley. “I tampered with the fuel pipe before we went in, sure somat was coming loose there for the fact I noticed a little puddle of fuel on the drive. All it took was somebody accidentally being careless with a cigarette end and whoomph. They all went up.”  

His lie was believed completely, for who on earth would want to condemn his own Bentley to the fiery inferno it had become? “And you are the owner of the property, Mr. Shelby?” 

“No, that’d be my sister-in-law. One moment.” Bryn was speedily lathering a bar of Pears soap in her hands when he found her in the kitchen, touching a hand to her shoulder. “The old Bill are out front, want a word with you, sweetheart.”  

She nodded, placing a kiss upon his cheek as she passed him by, going to relay the same reason for the fire as she’d heard Tommy himself state. “I will arrange for the cars to be towed away tomorrow, lest bring the beauty of the neighbourhood down, officer.” 

He smiled at her, nodding. “Not to worry, my lady. We’ll pencil this up as a very unfortunate accident and be on our way. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”  

Oh, how she planned to.  

Her first call was to open more champagne, and get stuck into the bottle of blood sent by her son a little further.  

“Go on, bab. Get it down ya neck!” John encouraged, witnessing her chugging it directly from the bottle. She turned to him with a wide grin, a definite twinkle glittering her eye. “Oh blimey, I know that look. I’m gonna have a right sore cock tomorrow, ain’t I?”  

She chuckled, reaching for him, pulling him close by his suit jacket. “Nothing a little vampire blood shan’t fix.” 

His eyes widened. “I think I’m gonna need more than a little by the way you’re looking at me, fucking hell!” Oh, how right he’d been in what he’d shared with Arthur. Placing the empty bottle down, she beamed at him, moving to run her hands over his chest and exchange kisses of heated longing. They didn’t last too much longer among their guests, quietly slipping away to their bedroom.  

John still couldn’t quite believe it, that he’d gone from a back-to-back on Watery Lane to such an exclusive address, picking up his bride and nibbling her cheek before carrying her to the bedroom as she giggled drunkenly. A flick of her hand had all the many candles as well as the fireplace roaring into life, their undress hungry yet careful, lying naked and entwined while sharing magmatic kisses.  

The fire built to roar steadily as they relished in one another, burning as strongly as their desire, casting the alabaster of John’s skin in a beautiful, deep amber glow as Bryn watched him delight her body in kisses and licks The muscles in his back undulated in a display of erotic delight, his mouth eventually settling between her legs, tongue drubbing through the petals of her cunt with wild hunger.   

He, as ever, had her mewling and twitching against his ministrations, one hand clasping her breast while the other pulled tight in his hair, the suction of his lips around her tender, throbbing bud evoking a wail. A bonfire of pleasure roared within her core, the need to be filled by him driving the vampire to distraction. 

“John, please, my darling. I need you.” 

He grinned against her, skimming a quick lick over her swollen clit. “Already got me right here, though, ain’t ya?” 

“Don’t be clever!” Her frustration was met by the usual amusement, his laugh filling the air. “You know exactly what I want, John Shelby.” 

“Oh ar, sweetheart. I know.” Open mouthed kisses plotted his ascent of her body, big hands pushing her thighs wider, his entire form rippling with the anticipation of being inside her as her husband for the first time, the press and stretch of him making her gasp as she sheathed him, his entire length arrowing into her soaking centre.  

Spearing her, watching the round of each breast bounce from the force, a wanton growl echoing his chest, his teeth sharp at her nipples, hands flexing upon her waist as he drove himself back and forth, enjoying the clutch of wet satin around him, panting hard against her soft, tattooed flesh.  

Already, the heat of it fizzed caustically through her bones, thighs trembling as they began to squeeze tightly around him, his mouth everywhere. Ravenous kisses peppered her breasts, clavicles and neck, his throat rumbling with the most sexual of sounds. Nothing sounded as sinful to her as John’s groans when he was inside of her.   

She was vanquished by her new husband completely, spread around the thick of his cock, held under his weight, her fingertips exploring, mapping each rise and fall of him, nails grazing his back. The way his body rutted against her provided the perfect pressure against her potent little bundle, already swollen from the incessant laving of his tongue, lightning beginning to flicker at the base of her spine as she twitched and pulsed around him. 

His girth dragged her, the hot wet of her saturating him with the gloss of her arousal, his hips beginning to piston against her. He held her face in his hands, staring down at her. “Fucking love you so much, Bryn.” he panted, teeth grazing her throat, fingers moving to tangle within her hair, the wild heat rising between them both. Each kiss he bestowed swallowed down every one of her little cries as their lips meet, whispering his love for her again tenderly, a heavenly juxtapose to how brutally he began to fuck her. 

They clamoured at each other, intense love and passions spiralling, his hands grasped tight upon her thighs, holding her still enough to take the full brunt of each merciless thrust, coaxing heady wails, watching as she gritted and cussed, his smile wide. The sounds of her moans were not the only sounds audible to him, though, the thump of hands pounding against the bedroom door the precursor to the next.  

“Go on, our John boy!” Arthur roared, laughing, a clearly entertained Tommy at least attempting to pull him away from the door through his own snickering. “Ain’t no man who fucks his woman as thorough as a fuckin’ Shelby man!”  

Bryin raised an eyebrow, her hands running down his sweaty chest. “Your brother is at least correct in his heckled encouragement.” 

“Ain’t half.” he panted, mouth pressing to hers once more as they both began to feel the rolling orb of heat swell and tumble, ice chased by tempest over their bones, his thrusts becoming staccato, cock making constellations burst through the hug of her molten walls. 

She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as she clung on, rolling her hips up against him, the lightning jumping from strike point to strike point as the storm both swelled and crashed, her entire body alight as he pulsed jets of hot cum within her fluttery walls.  

Utterly spent, breathless and all that was electrifying ebbing away, the sparks persisted in gentle fizz, Bryn stroking his face as they shared tender kisses. As John predicted, it took a long time to wear his new wife out, but as they fell into sleep just as the dawn broke, it was with a huge smile upon his face for finally managing to do it.  

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because you’re also Irish and an Osomatsu fan and idk if anyone else in the fandom would get this I want to share my Osomatsu-san if it was set in Ireland headcanons -

- Karamatsu: talks with a fake D4 accent, idolises Ross O’Carroll Kelly, wears chinos and brown brogues, drinks Bulmers

- Osomatsu: big Guinness fan naturally propping up the pub maybe like half doing a crossword and eating a pack of peanuts

- Choromatsu: wanted to get into TCD to live his Normal People lifestyle but ummm didn’t, claims he’s a fluent gaeilgeoir but only knows how to ask to the toilet in Irish

- Ichimatsu: hung out at central bank in the day

- Jyushimatsu: massively into hurling, wears a Kilkenny jersey a lot but isn’t from there

- Todomatsu: also wanted to get into TCD but didn’t basically lives at Brown Thomas

- Chibita: has a strong cork accent, works in a deli in centra/spar/mace

- Todoko: did Irish dancing as a kid but now is an aspiring influencer

hope you enjoy and sorry

OH THIS IS INCREDIBLE literally never in a million years expected to get an ask like this but i loveeeee it. you're so enlightened like this is genuinely magical i wouldn't change a thing.. love cork chibita love ichimatsu at the central bank GAA JYUSHIMATSU SPEAKS TO ME DEEEEEEEPLYYYY

not a concept i ever pondered myself but thinking about it so much now... influencer wannabe todoko doing hauls from dealz and home savers and mr price (cus she usually can't afford hauls from anywhere else) maybe getting to do one of those ads for swappie just once

in the same vein as choromatsu claiming to be a gaeilgeoir but not actually being able to speak it i imagine like. how karamatsu says random words in english to seem #worldly. he does that with irish instead or like deep cut irish slang/phrases that he would not have grown up with at all and gets them wrong half the time.

choromatsu is definitely in forbidden planet like weekly if not daily. goes in there and then brings whatever manga he bought to that clockwork door place up the road and hopes someone asks him what he's reading

struggling to decide who would be a bigger fiend for elfbars out of osomatsu and karamatsu so i'll just leave that thought there

i want one of them to be obsessed with mooju. i don't know which. all of them probably. especially osomatsu and jyushimatsu i think. they could get the strawberry and banana flavours to match their colours.. imagine.. i think ichimatsu likes the cookies and cream flavour but secretly

thinking about jyushimatsu so hard man like the rest probably stick to dublin/whatever suburb of it they live in just cus they seem the sort to not afford to live in the city centre LMAOOO not in a house with 6 adult kids..... but i know jyushimatsu does be getting on the bus/train every week and just disappearing off all over the country for funsies (he's the only one with an autism diagnosis so he's got that sweet sweet free travel card.) like you know how you get those dubliners that are fucking terrified to leave the county or even just the city because "scary culchies ewww boggers" or whatever. todomatsu is definitely one of those maybe choromatsu too (he pretends not to be scared but he is). osomatsu jokes but doesn't actually care. karamatsu pretends to be #cultured and not scared as well but the furthest he's been is like... skerries. nowhere further than the dart or dublin bus goes. ichimatsu is scared even just in dublin and thinks he's gonna get stabbed like all the time so it's all the same to him

BUT YEAH jyushimatsu goes literally everywhere cities towns parishes villages you name it. maybe brings ichimatsu along with him sometimes cus ichi does wanna go & i bet loves the countryside but is too scared by himself and needs someone to hide behind. jyushi goes to sooooo many GAA matches gaelic footballs ok but as you said MASSIVELY INTO HURLING!!!! one of those lads you see walking around with a hurl in hand nearly everywhere he goes.. got that o'neills mála scoile... i know you said he wears a kilkenny jersey a lot which is another INSPIRED idea but i feel in my heart that he has a galway one too just because he loves supermacs. they all love supermacs. i'm projecting now. also jyushi definitely tears up those greenways he'll do the royal canal one and then detour from mullingar to athlone and at the end still be like when are they gonna finish connecting this up to galway :/

sorry i didn't expect to write this long of a reply you've ignited something evil within me i'm going to be thinking about this forever. thank you SO much you have such a wonderful wonderful brain

[just-ray]

What kinds of restaurants do you have in Ireland? I am imagining mostly pubs but that can't be right

Ooh i love this question !!

So you're one hundred and ten percent correct in saying that we do have a ludicrous amount of pups compared to other countries (I never think of it as a lot, since I'm from here, but I imagine it is to other people) however where most folks get it wrong is that they assume that pubs replace our other types of restaurants. We do have many more carvaries than other countries, which I think isn't spoken about a lot. If you go into an average irish restaurant you'll almost certainly find some carvery food (mash, gravy, ect) if not an actual carvary itsself, however in what I would consider the two main city centres (Dublin and Cork), you more find the well known restaurant chains (eg: mcdonalds, chopped (salad bar), Zambrero (Mexican place that's quite common in ireland)) , however most rural food places you come across are family owened, ans the type of restaurants you will see once and never again, simply bc they're I'm the middle of nowhere. Hope this answers somewhat! Its quite hard to explain since I don't have much to compare it to.

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1920 – War of Independence | The Burning of Cork.

The Burning of Cork is the name commonly given to a devastating series of fires that swept through the centre of Cork City on the night of 11th December 1920. The burning and the subsequent controversy is one of the most significant events of the Irish War of Independence. During the War of Independence, Cork was one of the main centres of IRA activity. On the day of the fire, a soldier was…

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Organising May Day

Informal discussion of a May Day protest against EU policies began in mid-2003. At the Grassroots Gathering in Galway in November 2003 plans were discussed in a more structured way. Although a lot of the important details remained vague, working groups were set up that envisaged a May Day closely modelled on previous international summit protests with the aim of either shutting down the bigwigs shindig — or at least disrupting it — and using this as an opportunity to put forward our vision of an alternative Europe.

The pace of activity picked up in the New Year as Ireland assumed the EU presidency.

For the next five months there were regular meetings of the newly formed DGN to discuss what we wanted to do and to begin the practical organisational work for the protest. From quite early on in this process DGN decided that one of our most important priorities was to devise events and actions that would have popular appeal and allow for mass participation. What emerged over the next couple of months was an ambitious four-day timetable of events that was themed as a ‘No Borders’ weekend. The SWP led coalition ‘Another Europe is Possible’ also announced that it was going to hold some type of protest over the same weekend but based on our previous experience of SWP fronts we thought it wise to continue our plans separately and discuss possible coordination in the future.

At these meetings considerable time and thought was given to how we might get our message across effectively to people outside of the small libertarian scene and the traditional left. Despite a fairly small group of activists and very limited resources, it was decided to print fifty thousand leaflets explaining our opposition to the EU — one of the biggest print runs of any libertarian propaganda ever undertaken in Ireland.

We wanted to ensure that we couldn’t be simply written off or easily marginalised. This was of particular concern because historically the EU has enjoyed widespread popular support in Ireland both as a cash cow for infrastructural projects and various subsidies and by parts of the left as the harbinger of progressive social legislation.

We also wanted to clearly distinguish ourselves from the rather unappealing coalition of nationalists, rabid pro-lifers, racists and other loons who have traditionally opposed the project of European integration in Ireland. So in the final version of the leaflet we were careful to stress that we welcomed the admission of the people of these countries into the EU per se but that we objected to the neo-liberal policies of an EU run by bosses and multinationals that was intent on the privatisation of public services and tightening border controls. DGN was conscious that lefty whingeing and outrage on its own doesn’t often inspire people so the leaflet also tied to outline a positive and constructive alternative to the bosses’ Europe. When the leaflets were finally printed up we started distributing them in the city centre and in housing estates around Dublin, and to a lesser extent in other Irish cities. In addition, thousands of flyers, stickers and posters were printed up and plastered all over the city.

As part of the effort to go beyond the ‘usual suspects’ activists made contact with refugee groups, the anti bin-tax campaign that was opposing the imposition of neo-liberal service taxes and other campaigns and groups. An international call out to libertarians was also sent out. By February it was clear that a number of English groups were going to respond to the call, the most organised of which was the W.O.M.B.L.E.S who held several meetings in London in preparation for May Day and travelled over for the Grassroots Gathering in Cork in early March in order to network with Irish activists.

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JULIAN SIEGEL QUARTET UK/IRELAND TOUR SPRING 2024

Julian Siegel tenor and soprano sax, bass clarinet Liam Noble piano Oli Hayhurst double bass Gene Calderazzo drums

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SATURDAY APRIL 27th MAGYS FARM, DROMARA, N.IRL

SUNDAY APRIL 28th WESTPORT JAZZ, CLEW BAY HOTEL, Co MAYO, IRL

MONDAY APRIL 29th CRANE LANE THEATRE, CORK, Co CORK, IRL

WEDNESDAY MAY 1st CAMDEN STUDIOS, 'SPEAKEASY SESSIONS', DUBLIN, IRL

THURSDAY MAY 2nd CITY OF DERRY JAZZ AND BIG BAND FESTIVAL, BENNIGANS, DERRY, Co. LONDONDERRY, N.IRL

FRIDAY MAY 3rd UNESCO & CV JAZZ WORLD JAZZ CELEBRATION 2024 SpArC THEATRE, BISHOP'S CASTLE, SHROPSHIRE, ENG

FRIDAY MAY 17th RONNIE SCOTTS JAZZ CLUB, SOHO, LONDON, ENG

FRIDAY JUNE 7th VERDICT JAZZ CLUB, BRIGHTON, ENG

With the Julian Siegel Quartet, the BBC Jazz Award winning saxophonist and composer Julian Siegel can be heard alongside some of this generation’s most distinctive voices, creating an in-demand Quartet on the UK and European Jazz scene. The band features inspirational pianist Liam Noble, his fluid touch and dazzling imagination perfectly complementing Siegel’s music and playing, and providing a perfect foil for the many directions the music can turn. With the creative spark of dynamic drummer Gene Calderazzo and the deep groove of bassist Oli Hayhurst dove-tailing perfectly with Siegel and Noble this is unquestionably one of the UK’s most exciting and powerful quartets. Following up from their London Jazz Award winning album Urban Theme Park (Basho Music), 2018 saw the release of VISTA, the second album of the Julian Siegel Quartet and the first on the Whirlwind Recordings label. The album features ten of Julian’s compositions plus an arrangement of Bud Powell's ‘Un Poco Loco’. This acoustic set of music moves freely through varied sound worlds and colours, from undercurrents of bop to searching ballads and joyful melodies. The bands UK/Ireland Tour Spring 2024 will feature music from the bands albums plus new music written especially for the band's upcoming tour.

“Expressive direct music…. tightly wound post-bop, pensive improv. and more.” John Fordham, The Guardian ★ ★ ★ ★ Jazz Album of the Month, February 2018

“A great quartet with an enthralling agility.” ★ ★ ★ ★ In Music

”Exciting, dynamic music with improvisation at its centre.”- London Jazz News

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

I need someone to explain to me like I'm five why Ireland in particular has a much bigger problem with abandoned/derelict properties and empty lots right in the city/town centres than other European countries.

The demand is clearly there, we're massively short on housing, so it's not that. But walk around Dublin city centre and even in "nice" areas you'll come across multiple derelict buildings, to a degree I haven't seen in other European cities. I just don't know why Irish property owners seem more content to just let buildings rot than in other countries. I've seen historical preservation restrictions given as a reason, it can be cheaper to let the building decay until it HAS to be torn down than to renovate it in line with the restrictions...but other European countries have historical preservation rules too.

It's just incredibly depressing to walk around what is the capital of a supposedly very wealthy country, in the middle of a housing crisis, and see numerous empty, derelict buildings right in the middle of town. And this is all across Ireland. Cork city centre is the same, loads of smaller towns are the same.

[reconstructionbaby]

cork dares to ask............ what if a city centre had a huge hill 

[corkcitylibraries]

Goad Plans of Cork City!

The dedicated Cork City Libraries Local History website, Cork Past and Present, has recently had an interesting addition made in the shape of Insurance plans for the commercial heart of the City. The wide selection of maps details the changing landscape and businesses that filled the city centre from 1897 to 1961!

Cork City Libraries hold copies of seventeen editions of the Goad plans for Cork City, from 1897 to 1961. These are held in five bindings in our Local Studies and Learning Department. The ‘key plan’ on the first sheet of each edition provides a graphic outline of areas represented in more detail on maps 2-16 of each edition. Under the key plan (in PDF form in these webpages), a selective index of streets, buildings, and firms is included. The scale of the detailed plans is one inch to forty feet (1:480) on the original paper copies. Fire insurance plans were first drawn up in the late eighteenth century to provide risk information to fire insurance underwriters.

Charles Edward Goad, born in Surrey in 1848, moved to Canada in 1869, where he became a renowned cartographer and railway engineer. The firm of Charles E. Goad was established in Montreal in 1875 and became the leading producer of fire insurance plans for 1,300 places in Canada, before he returned to Britain in 1885 to produce insurance plans for the commercial sections of more than 100 towns in Britain and Ireland, along with surveying places in other countries.

Fire insurance companies had an interest in preventing fires to insured properties, and firefighters (often private) needed detailed information regarding access to water, routes to building, room arrangements, locations of doors & windows, thickness of walls, information on construction materials, type of roof, locations of combustible materials, water-works system, etc. Charles Goad died in Toronto in 1910. Goad insurance plans now provide an excellent information source for historians, geographers, architects, environmentalists and genealogists.

[rmmgy-blog]

Perhaps too niche of an issue for most of urbanist tumblr to care, but I feel like sharing regardless; this is my first-draft proposal for a new system of regional local government for Ireland, though I think its philosophy could be applicable in many other countries and contexts.

Basically, it highly frustrates me that our current local government divisions (counties) are completely arbitrary boundaries that date back to a legacy of colonialism and English rule. Good urban planning is of vital importance in the cause of urbanism and fighting climate change and inequality, but so is regional planning, though it is often overlooked.

To fix this issue in an Irish context I drafted up a map of new regions defined by their closest city, or large town that could become a city in a matter of a few years were it to be reclassified and invested in by the government. This would mean local government could be deferred more power as each region would be centred around a given economic and social hub city. This would fix pointless issues caused by having counties dependent on a given city fall outside of its local government boundaries, such as public transport to connect to Dublin underserving Wicklow even though it is very clearly economically and socially aligned with it.

To have truly regional planning and governance centred around hubs of activity would allow for more balanced development as smaller cities could have a symbiotic relationship with their surrounding areas which grant them more funding for infrastructure and services but also guarantee that those outlying communities are represented in decisions for cities that they depend on and very much have a stake in, for example, being able to travel to with public transport or pedestrian and cycling infrastructure. This isn't even getting into the fact that it reclaims power to determine our own mode of local government by washing away the divisions imposed upon us by imperial rule.

No doubt other countries could benefit from similar changes which would ensure there are no free riders of urban development who need not contribute towards it, as occurs in some instances, but also no cases of communities on the periphery of an urban core being ignored when it is their nearest and most essential hub of activity.

Dublin, Galway, Cork, Belfast, Waterford, Limerick and Derry are already citiesvof varying sizes, the other proposed regions would require a suite of government investment to build them into hubs.

[wikifoxnews]

Who is Miller Pacheco ( Charged with murder of Brazilian woman ) Wiki, Bio, Age, Incident details, Death Cause, Arrest, Investigations and More Facts

Miller Pacheco Biography                                          Miller Pacheco Wiki

A MAN Miller Pacheco has been charged with the murder of young Brazilian woman Bruna Fonseca, 28, who was found beaten and strangled to death in a Cork flat on New Year's Day. Breaking News - 29 year old Miller Pacheco has appeared in court charged with the murder of his former girlfriend 28 year old Bruna Fonseca at a flat on Librerty St Cork yesterday. He was remanded in custody until Jan 9th . @VirginMediaNews pic.twitter.com/nfZBpgvAt1 — Paul Byrne (@PaulByrne_1) January 2, 2023

Miller Pacheco Age

Miller Pacheco, 29, also a Brazilian citizen, was charged with the murder of his former partner before a special session of Cork District Court. Pacheco is charged with the uncommon law murder of Ms. Fonseca at 5 Liberty Street in the early hours of New Year's Day. The defendant has an address at Room 3, No 5 Liberty Street, Cork. Judge John King received evidence of the arrest, caution and charge from Det Garda Padraig Harrington. The defendant had been arrested for questioning under Section 4 of the Criminal Justice Act on 1 January 1984 and taken to Bridewell Garda Station for questioning. Pacheco was formally charged at 2.45pm at Bridewell Garda Station. Det Garda Harrington said that Pacheco has not responded to the single charge. The accused appeared in court in dark trousers and a black sweater. He did not speak during the brief hearing. Judge King granted free legal aid at the request of defense attorney Aoife Buttimer and ordered that Pacheco receive all necessary medical care while in custody. He also confirmed that a Portuguese translator would be made available for future court sessions. Because the charge is murder, bail cannot be dealt with in the district court. Any application for bail must be made in the High Court. Sergeant Pat Lyons requested the defendant be remanded in custody in order to appear via video link before a session of Cork District Court. Judge King remanded Pachecho to appear again in Cork District Court on January 9. Ms Fonseca, who was from Formiga in Brazil, traveled to Ireland for work last year. She was employed by BidVest-Noonan Contractor Cleaners. Her work included duties at Mercy University Hospital (MUH), which is less than 100 meters from where her body was found at 6:30 a.m. on New Year's Day. Gardaí and paramedics visited the Liberty Street flat at 6.30am on New Year's Day, but desperate efforts to revive the young woman failed and she was pronounced dead at the scene. On Sunday afternoon at Cork University Hospital (CUH), Assistant State Pathologist Dr. Margaret Bolster performed an autopsy. Gardaí withheld the autopsy results for operational reasons. However, it did confirm that Ms. Fonseca met a violent death. The young woman had been beaten and strangled. Ms. Fonseca attended university in her native country of Brazil and worked as a librarian. She moved to Ireland last year. Her body was found on Liberty Street just hours after she went out with friends to celebrate New Year's Eve in Cork city centre. The apartment in question is just 100 meters from Bridewell Garda train station and around the corner from the Cork Courthouse on Washington Street. Ms Fonseca's body was found on a bed in an upstairs bedroom of the apartment, which is above Picasso's hair salon. Gardaí have appointed a family liaison officer to support her family in Brazil. It is understood her family are hoping to travel to Ireland to oversee arrangements for the repatriation of their daughter's remains to Brazil. In a tribute, both MUH and Bidvest Noonan praised Ms Fonseca as a hard worker - and said they were "sad and shocked" by her death. “Although she only worked for the company at the hospital for a short time, she was considered a hard and diligent worker and a valued colleague. We extend our deepest condolences to her friends in Cork and to her family and friends in Brazil. May you rest in peace." Read the full article

[amazingarchitecturewebsite]

'The Float' an expressive floating cork house in #Leiden, Netherlands by Studio RAP @studio.rap. Read more: Link in bio! Photography: Riccardo De Vecchi @riccardodevecchi.photo. Studio RAP: For a private client we designed a floating home that is completely cladded in cork. The solid cork facade with the timber interior captures light and creates a wonderful tranquil experience from the inside. The outside blends subtly with the picturesque canals in the historical city centre of Leiden (NL). The use of only two main materials, timber and cork, radically simplified its construction while creating simple yet elegant details… #netherlands #floatinghouse #архитектура www.amazingarchitecture.com ✔ A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎#معماری (at Leiden, the Netherlands) https://www.instagram.com/p/CljhqJDujvb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thethief1996]

Some updates on this. Plestia has been hit by an airstrike and is currently hospitalized. Another journalist reporting from Gaza, Motaz Azaiza, lost 15 members of his family in an airstrike and was threatened by the IOF to leave Northern Gaza or be killed. Gazans evacuating were bombed, those who were on feet, on ambulances or buses, no distinction whatsoever. In these closing hours before the Israeli ground invasion, keep the Palestinian people in your thoughts.

Palestinians are asking us to follow this toolkit:

Call on congress: Use the Stop Gaza Genocide action toolkit to email and call your Members of Congress;

Find a protest near you: here's two updating lists for global events and US-based events;

Share the call tool;

Stay up to date on Palestine.

Adding protest dates I found in the notes:

WASHINGTON: Oct 14, 1pm. Lafayette Square.

ORLANDO: Oct. 14, 3pm. Lake Eola at the corner of Robinson Ave and Eola Drive.

CHICAGO: Oct. 14, 2pm. Michigan & Ida B. Wells Dr.

DETROIT AND DEARBORN: Oct. 14, 2pm. Ford Woods Park, 5700 Greenfield Rd, Dearborn.

HOUSTON: Oct. 14, 2pm. City Hall, 901 Bagby St.

SEATTLE: Oct. 14, 1pm. Westlake Park, 401 Pine St.

DALLAS: Akard Plaza; 1500 Marilla st, 12 PM on Sunday, 10/15

MISSISAUGA: Celebration Square, 300 City Centre Square, Mississauga, 2PM on Saturday 10/14

LONDON, Cavendish Square Gardens W1G 0AN, 11 AM on Saturday, 10/14

LOS ANGELES: Zionist Consulate, 11766 Wilshire Blvd, 12:30 PM on Saturday, 10/14

MANCHESTER: Saturday 14th @ 12pm Platt Fields Park

DUBLIN: the Spire @ 1pm on Saturday 14th

CORK: Grand Parade @ 12pm on Saturday 14th

LIMERICK: Bedford Row @ 1 PM on Saturday 14th

CARLOW: Liberty Tree @ 1 PM on Saturday 14th

ENNIS: The Height, O’Connell Sq, 11am on Saturday 14th

GALWAY: Eyre Square, 2.30pm on Saturday 14th

BELFAST: Writers' Square, 12pm on Sunday 15th

MULLINGAR: Joe Dolan statue, 1.30pm on Sunday 15th

KILLARNEY: Market Cross, 12pm on Sunday 15th

THURLES: Liberty Square, 7pm on Thursday 19th

LURGAN: Market Street, 3pm on Saturday 21st

DULUTH, MN: Oct. 14, 1pm. MN Power Plaza, Lake Ave and Superior St.

MINNEAPOLIS, MN: Oct. 15, 3pm. Bryant Square Park, 3101 Bryant Ave St, Uptown.

AUSTIN, TX: Oct. 15, 3pm. Texas Capitol, 1100 Congress Ave.

Feel free to add more. I have also corrected some wrong information from the original post that said the US and Canada had banned protests. Only Germany and France have done so

Israel has cut water, electricity and food to Palestinians in Gaza. They are buying 10.000 M16 rifles and plan to distribute to civilian settlers in the West Bank to hunt down Palestinians. They're bombing the only way out of Gaza through Egypt, after telling refugees to flee through it, and have threatened the Egyptian government in case they let aid trucks pass through. Entire families, generations, are being wiped out and left to wander the streets hoping they don't get bombed.

Palestinians are using their last minutes of battery to let the world know about their genocide and are being met with a wall of "What about Hamas? What about the beheaded babies? Killing children on either side is bad!" even though the propaganda claims have been debunked over and over again. How cruel is it to ask somebody to condemn themselves before their last words? Or before grieving the loss of their entire families? When there's no such disclaimer to Israelis even though their government has shown over and over genocidal intent? Like who are you even trying to appease? What will your wishy washy statement do against decades of zionist thought infiltrating evangelical and Jewish stablishmemts?

Take action. Israel will fall back if public opinion turns its tide. The UK fell back on its bloody decision to cut aid to Palestine under public scrutiny. The USAmerican empire spends $3.8 billion dollars annually solely on this proxy war while its people suffer under a progressively military regime as well. News outlets are canceling last minute on Palestinian speakers while letting Israelis tell lies unchecked. Palestinian refugees are being targeted in ICE establishments and mosques are already being hounded by the FBI. France and Germany have banned pro-Palestine protests, while Netherlands and the UK have placed restrictions . You have the chance to stop this from turning into repeat of the Iraq war.

I want to do something but there's hardly anything for me to do from Brasil besides spreading the word and not letting these testimonies fall on deaf ears. I'm asking you to do this same ant work from wherever you are.

Follow:

Eye On Palestine (instagram / twitter)

Mohammed El-Kurd (instagram / twitter)

Decolonize Palestine (website with a chronological explanation of the occupation and debunking myths)

Muhammad Shehada (twitter)

Plestia Alaqad (directly from Gaza. Many of her videos are interrupted by bombs)

If there's a protest in your city, please attend. Here's an international calendar of events:

Friday, October 13

ALBUQUERQUE, NM (US) – Fri Oct. 13, 3 pm, UNM Bookstore, University of New Mexico. Organized by Southwest Coalition for Palestine.

BERKELEY, CALIFORNIA (US) – Fri Oct 13, 6 pm, Sproul Hall (Vigil), University of California Berkeley. Organized by Bears for Palestine.

DOUAIS, FRANCE – Fri Oct 13, 6:30 pm, Place de’Armes.

GOTHENBURG, SWEDEN – Fri Oct 13, 5:30 pm, Brunnsparken. Organized by Palestinska samordningsgruppen Gothenburg.

GREENSBORO, NC (US) – Fri Oct. 13, 4 pm, Wendover Village, 4203 W Wendover Ave, Greensboro, NC. Organized by Muslims for a Better NC.

LONDON, ENGLAND – Fri Oct 13, 5 pm, Keir Starmer’s Office, Crowndale Center, 218 Eversholt St, London. Organized by IJAN UK.

MEANJIN/BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct 13, 6 pm, King George Square.

MIAMI, FL (US) – Fri Oct 13, 4:30 pm, Bayfront Park. Organized by Troika Kollectiv.

NAPOLI, ITALY – Fri Oct 13, 4:30 pm, Piazza Garibaldi, Napoli. Organized by GPI and Centro Culturale Handala Ali.

NGUNNAWAL/CANBERRA, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct 13, 5:30 pm, Carema Place.

PERTH/BOORLOO, AUSTRALIA – Fri Oct. 13, 5:30 pm, Murray Street Hall, Boorloo/Perth. Organized by Friends of Palestine WA.

PORTLAND, OREGON (US) – Fri Oct 13, 3 pm, 1200-1220 SW 5th Ave, Portland.

PORT RICHEY, FL (US) – Fri Oct 13, 7:30 am, Route 19 and Ridge Road, Port Richey. Sponsored by: Florida Peace Action Network; Partners for Palestine; CADSI

PRETORIA, SOUTH AFRICA – Friday, Oct. 13, 7 pm, UP Main Campus, DSA Building opposite Thuto. Organized by PSC UP.

WITSWATERSRAND UNIVERSITY (SOUTH AFRICA) – Fri Oct 13, 1 pm, Great Hall Piazza, Flag demonstration. Organized by Wits PSC.

Saturday, October 14

ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND – Sat, Oct. 14, 2 pm, St. Nichlas Square. Organized by Scottish PSC.

AUCKLAND, NEW ZEALAND – Sat Oct 14, 2 pm, Aotea Square, Queens St, 291-2997 Queen St. Organized by PSN Aotearoa.

DETROIT/DEARBORN, MICHIGAN (US) – Sat Oct 14, 2 pm, Ford Woods Park, 5700 Greenfield Road. Organized by SAFE, PYM, SJP, Handala Coalition, more.

DUNDEE, SCOTLAND – Sat, Oct. 14, 2 pm, Place TBA. Organized by Scottish PSC.

EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND – Sat, Oct 14, 2 pm, Princes Street at Foot of the Mound. Organized by Scottish PSC.

FRANKFURT, GERMANY – Sat Oct 14, 3 pm Hauptwache, Frankfurt am Main. Sponsored by Palestina eV, Migrantifa Rhein-Main and more.

GLASGOW, SCOTLAND – Sat. Oct 14, 2 pm, Buchanan Steps. Organized by Scottish PSC.

HOUSTON, TEXAS (US) – Sat Oct 14, 2 pm, City Hall, 901 Bagby St. Organizd by PYM, PAC, USPCN, SJP and more.

LIVERPOOL, ENGLAND – Sat Oc 14, 12 pm, Church St. Organized by FRFI.

LONDON, ENGLAND – Sat Oct 14, 12 pm, BBC Portland Place, London. Organized by a broad coalition.

MILANO, ITALY – Sat. Oct 14, 3:30 pm, Piazza San Babila. Organized by Young Palestinians of Italy, UDAP, Palestinian Community, Association of Palestinians.

ORLANDO, FLORIDA – Sat Oct 14, 3 pm, Lake Eola at Robinson and Eola, Orland. Organized by Florida Palestine Network.

TORINO, ITALY – Sat. Oct. 14, 3 pm, Piazza Crispi. Organized by Progetto Palestina.

VALPARAISO, CHILE – Sat Oct 14, 6 pm, Plaza Victoria, Valparaiso. Organized by Comite Chileno de Solidaridad con Palestina.

WASHINGTON, DC (US) – Sat Oct 14, 1 pm, Lafayette Square. Organized by AMP.

Sunday, October 15

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS – Sun Oct 15, 2 pm, March from Dam Square to Jonas Daniel Meijer plein.

NAARM/MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 15, State Library Victoria.

TARDANYA/ADELAIDE, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 15, 2 pm, Parliament House.

AUSTIN, TEXAS (US) – Sun Oct 15, 3 pm, Texas Capitol. Organized by PSC ATX.

GADIGAL/SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA – Sun Oct 15, 1 pm, Sydney Town Hall.

SANTIAGO, CHILE -Sun Oct 15, 11 am, Plaza Dignidad, Santiago. Organized by Comite Chileno de Solidaridad con Palestina.

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1920 – War of Independence | The Burning of Cork.

#OTD in 1920 – War of Independence | The Burning of Cork.

The Burning of Cork is the name commonly given to a devastating series of fires that swept through the centre of Cork City on the night of 11th December 1920. The burning and the subsequent controversy is one of the most significant events of the Irish War of Independence. During the War of Independence, Cork was one of the main centres of IRA activity. On the day of the fire, a soldier was…