The very great Phil Lynott wrote and sang in one of his songs, It's a long way to Tipperary, It is my one and only wish to fulfill after I have served my 68 years in prison for mutiny on the high seas, is to go and visit Tipperary, I hear that have got some crazy cyclists and tractor drivers down there bobbing and weaving in and around the parked cars, also pushing stalled cars with not a care in the world, the people with broad smiles on their faces and not bothered by the constant rains, Yes for me It is a long way to Tipperary but someday I will get there and I will have me the time of my life there.
Very few people had any disposable money to buy takeaways or disposable junk. It was one of the poorest and most undeveloped countries in Europe including countries behind the iron curtain.
@@tconnolly9820 People looked a lot happier than they do today.... everything was Irish streets were safe people had time for one another I'd gladly trade for what we have now
Was patiently waiting for the pubs to open at 12:30 on Sunday 2 years ago for the Munster final. Walk in and the place was packed to the rafters. Never felt so outta the loop, haha.
I wasn't happier (17 in 1976). A feeling of doom and foreboding about the future and the way the country was going. Perhaps for people who did not think too much or analyse about things they would have felt happier but it was a happiness borne out of willful or just genuine ignorance.
Like fuck it was. If people were happy you wouldn't have had more people leaving the country for anywhere else in the first 60 years of the republic than the entire population at any one time. It was a dysfunctional shit hole full of pious hypocrisy and if you want specifics, I'll be happy to type out an A4 page of reasons why and I'd only just be getting warmed up.
In those days the Irish honoured God. And Ireland was thoroughly Irish. But from the nineties onwards the Irish started to turn away from God. Look at Ireland now!
Fab Trip in Tipp archive. Frank Hall’s show show was the beginning, middle and end of satire in early ‘70s. Thanks CR’s ♦️♦️♦️ a diamond.
I was sixteen then renault 4,escorts, cortina,vw,fiat127,and so on,happy happy days.
You are 63 twenty years ago you were forty how time flys
I remember dose days in thurles good times 😊
The very great Phil Lynott wrote and sang in one of his songs, It's a long way to Tipperary, It is my one and only wish to fulfill after I have served my 68 years in prison for mutiny on the high seas, is to go and visit Tipperary, I hear that have got some crazy cyclists and tractor drivers down there bobbing and weaving in and around the parked cars, also pushing stalled cars with not a care in the world, the people with broad smiles on their faces and not bothered by the constant rains, Yes for me It is a long way to Tipperary but someday I will get there and I will have me the time of my life there.
I remember the tune
The streets back then were a lot cleaner than today.
Very few people had any disposable money to buy takeaways or disposable junk. It was one of the poorest and most undeveloped countries in Europe including countries behind the iron curtain.
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People looked a lot happier than they do today.... everything was Irish streets were safe people had time for one another I'd gladly trade for what we have now
Was patiently waiting for the pubs to open at 12:30 on Sunday 2 years ago for the Munster final. Walk in and the place was packed to the rafters. Never felt so outta the loop, haha.
Great to see old car's ❤
I was 4 at the time, living near Templemore. I remember all the old cars, my father had a golden hillman hunter
Far cry from 2day 😢
Naturally. It's been fifty years.
0:20 footage taken at the height of summer!
Before summer probably. It didn't rain from May to September in 1976.
I wash I could return to these days.
Not a tracksuit in sight.
People were poorer back then but much much happier
No they weren't happier. You have a terrible memory. Cold, damp, boredom, poverty, need I go on?......
I wasn't happier (17 in 1976). A feeling of doom and foreboding about the future and the way the country was going. Perhaps for people who did not think too much or analyse about things they would have felt happier but it was a happiness borne out of willful or just genuine ignorance.
Like fuck it was. If people were happy you wouldn't have had more people leaving the country for anywhere else in the first 60 years of the republic than the entire population at any one time. It was a dysfunctional shit hole full of pious hypocrisy and if you want specifics, I'll be happy to type out an A4 page of reasons why and I'd only just be getting warmed up.
Yer dam Ireland giving up the punt..
@@jbs9231 This is one of the biggest problems with Ireland today, ignorant refugees and bots like you who can't speak English.
Pushing the fiat 127...if you owned a fiat you would be on your feet@paddy 📼 1990s Cork
Bring back red number plates!
In those days the Irish honoured God. And Ireland was thoroughly Irish. But from the nineties onwards the Irish started to turn away from God. Look at Ireland now!
Things cost 3d at that time, or something like that. Weird money. Weird times.