

Living in Dublin is deadly – you've got a shit tonne of great restaurants right on your doorstep, the sea is a 10-minute drive away no matter where you are in the city, and when the sun is shining, there's nowhere like it.
But there are some Dublin experiences that just don't happen anywhere else – both good and bad. How many of these can you identify with? (Unless you're a blow-in, we'd say you can tick 'em all off already.)
Particularly if you're in the Dublin 8 / Smithfield vicinity. Sometimes, it's the comforting smell of home. Other times? It's a revolting reminder of the night before.
The night after you have a really long discussion with a taxi driver about how "there's just no work any more". Yeah, right.

And sometimes, just sometimes, they succeed.

Trying to steal your lunch / handbag / cup of coffee.

At least once a month.

And it's always when you think you're flat broke. Who knew it was such a blessing in disguise?
We know, we know – we shouldn't be cycling on them. But why would we add an unnecessary 30-minute cycle on to our journey?!
We just don't have any respect for rules of etiquette or fashion – especially when there's a match on.
But, sure, who'd live anywhere else?