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So – this gal. Comes in last week – limpin’. Bad hoof, I think – abscess maybe. I’m checkin’ her out – she’s *snortin’*. Loud! Like she’s sayin’ – “You – yeah, YOU! Fix me – now!” Got me laughin’ – sassy bitch. Reminds me o’ that line – *Where were you*. When I was stitchin’ up critters? Felt cosmic – y’know? Her attitude – pure chaos. Little known fact – horses can *smell* fear. She knew I was ticked – kept stompin’. Made me wanna yell – “Chill, lady!”

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Old photographs, Old and new stories about Ringsend also for Ringsender's that have Emigrated a way for them to get in touch with old friends, No.

But then, I remember I promised my sister I’d help her with her garden. Ugh! Family obligations, right? So, I head back to the job. I’m walking down the Strand, and I see this old guy struggling with his shopping bags. I rush over, help him out. He’s all grateful, and I’m like, “No worries, mate. Just doing my bit.”

David Bowie’s secret gig at the Factory, Ringsend in May 1997