The Dubliner Magazine

Cinema Review: Bandslam

Look at this pouty fellow on the left. This is Gaelan Connell, star of Disney's latest tween romp Bandslam. Kind of makes you miss Zac Efron, in a weird and uncomfortable way.

Connell's joined in the film by Disney veterans Alyson Michalka and Vanessa Hudgens. Children will remember Hudgens from the High School Musical series, while dads will remember her from those nudie photos that Paddy in Accounts emailed you a few weeks back.

We'll get to how kids will view Bandslam in a minute, but first let's talk about the reaction most grown-ups (apart from Paddy in Accounts) will have. And it's not good news.

An Garda Síochána...

... bravely protect us from the blonde menaces of Dublin

Opinion: Eleanor Tiernan

Oh my (alien) God! The Scientologists were right about me all along!

I’ve called my new show Trouble because I wanted to talk about some things that have happened to me in the last year or so that were difficult or troublesome; situations that called for some quick thinking on my part. Here are just a few.

November 2007, on a whim, I flew to San Francisco to visit a guy I had had a two-day affair with in Edinburgh a few months previously. Let’s call him Brad. Brad had his own place, and I needed a holiday. Here are some of the warnings from my family and friends that I ignored: “You should bring a coat. It can get cold in the Bay area.” “It will be hard to find things to talk about when you know virtually nothing about each other.”

Marching for Marriage

Some of the better banners, colours and slogans...

... from the same-sex marriage march.

 

Opinion: Trevor White

Farewell to the Bermudian Barrister Boy, without whose support this magazine would not be here

A former shadow Minister for Justice died last week. He didn’t merit an obituary in the Irish papers and you have probably never heard of him. It is arguable, however, that you wouldn’t be reading this magazine today if Julian Hall had not hired me as a speechwriter in the summer of 1992.

I met Julian at lunch in a distant cousin’s house. I had just arrived on Bermuda, a tiny British territory in the mid-Atlantic, and Julian hired me on the spot. He soon revealed himself as a theatrical older gentleman with some very youthful habits. He had no concept of moderation, and when I tried to convince him that, say, staying up all night and then singing hymns a cappella at church was a weird thing to do, he seemed genuinely hurt. Within a few days I started calling him Barrister Boy, at which point our professional relationship foundered and he started to call more often.

Why does it always seem to be...

... Land Rovers or SUV's that are blocking handicap zones?

Gerard Mannix Bin?

Election erections need to come down

It's exactly two months after the polls closed in the 2009 local and European elections and you can still see Gerard Mannix Flynn's election posters down in Temple Bar.

We're fans of yours here at The Dubliner Flynners - as can be seen here - but isn't it about time you ripped down the kaleidoscopic signs?

A Lock In

(But not the good kind)

So the Thomas Cook protest in their branch on Grafton Street ended in a dawn raid this morning, with one of the pregnant firebrands being directly taken to the Coombe to drop her sprog, while the 27 other laid-off employees were shipped off to the less salubrious surroundings of Bridewell Garda station.

Just in case you didn't catch the offices during the protest, we've decided to put up some snaps of their snappy placards. Try saying that ten times fast.