We recently had some crazy fits with local buses, something went wrong with the display control systems on Limerick and Clare bus Eireann buses.
The funniest and most commented was the 343 becoming the 4343, people talked about the Twilight Zone.
I was going through a tough time with the commute and so on and wasn't so amused, and commented that the newly returning students from further afield would be very confused.
Then I caught an even funnier bus destination and I don't know if it was deliberate but the driver was falling about when I got photos. A 305/A local cross-town service terminated on Patrick Street, reading 'Sligo via Dublin', my friend commented that this was a very confused bus among all the confused buses with incorrect number, more so that he was reading '304A' and he definitely wasn't in the right place to be that either.
The most famous bus destination sign in Limerick is 'Grandmother's Potatoes', a local joke which baffles visitors. I remember having a terrible day and cheering up when I saw it. It reminds us of the lighter side of life.
In 2014, Limerick was City of Culture, and a theatre troupe came to town and did a sketch called 'Grandmother's Breakfast', a local bus, full of potatoes, 4 tons, I think, was part of the sketch, and bus drivers never forget it, and remind us of it occasionally.
Limerick is a special and quirky place, we have Grandmother's Potatoes. We also have people having romances with postboxes, and this features heavily in some of my work. We recently looked at expanding on this, with a murder mystery and a comedy.
The murder mystery sees Rogue Property Tycoon Michael G. Tierney, brutally murdered, with the postbox as the only witness, and the comedy is 'The Observations of a Limerick Postbox' where the postbox sees everything, from the Ornamental Gardai scrolling their phones to Stuart with his egg fried rice - sorry Stu, couldn't resist, and the romantic liaisons the postbox has, and of course the confidential information it eats as well as various other objects that people rudely place in its mouth.
It's a misty Saturday morning in Limerick, the first mist of the season, and I'm enjoying rare peace and quiet and rest for once. Beautiful. Christmas films, haha.
