National Wax Museum

Great Blessings upon you as you go down the stairs...

The beginning of January, when it was still winter and quite bleak and bleary I came across a two for one offer for the Irish National Wax museum. It normally costs 10 euro entry per person, so I figured two for one was a good deal and couldn’t resist the thought of a warm museum on a cold wet day where you just wanted to get out of the house.

After a good bit of poking and prodding, I finally talked Tony into going to the wax museum on a very rainy gray Saturday in early February. In the beginning, he wasn’t too thrilled – and by the end – I’m glad I paid half price for the tickets – as I’m not sure I would have been too happy with the 10 euro price.

He's too happy to be a 'Freddy' Victim...
Silly Guy – he’s too happy to be a “Freddy” victim…

So, I show him how to do it right...
So I had to show him how to do it properly…

It wasn’t that the exhibits were bad – they were actually very well done and could have been really interesting. The problem was that the building itself has apparently moved (per the taxi driver that took me home) from a very large former cinema building to a now tourist heavy district (price raised and apparently so did foot traffic) – in one of the old buildings that were built in the late 1800’s for the Bank of Ireland. The result is that in order to fully use the space – they have exhibits starting in the basement – in the 8 foot x 6 foot safes, and to say the least, they’re quite crammed in. The thing is that these exhibits (to me at least) would have been the most interesting – because they were about the history of Ireland and famous people / events from the beginning of the Iron age all the way through the break away from the UK. In fact, at different points in the basement, the rooms were so full of statues that you could fit 2 people inside the vault comfortably – but any more than that, and you couldn’t see/read the signage that was posted and you couldn’t hear the piped in narration. Thus, in a crowded museum with a narrow basement hallway – we found ourselves turning sideways to pass, leaving rooms before we were done, and skipping exhibits in rooms that were too full of other visitors.

The main / upper floors, however, were a different story. On one of the floors, there was an entire area dedicated to the wonderful world of children’s fantasy. As you went up the stairs, you spiralled around a giant beanstock – and gazed up at Jack and Giant –

Fe Fi Fo Fum...

There was also a snow white mirror, several cartoon exhibits (including the simpsons, sponge bob square pants, and the teenage mutant ninja turtles…

Sponge Bob square pants

Me fighting Michaelangelo, Teenage mutant ninja turtle

As well as an animated sleeping Santa claus (complete with moving chest and snoring sounds).

Sleeping Santa

There was also a brief exhibit of famous Rock stars including Michael Jackson, Jimmy Hendrix, and Madonna and a few “movie” characters, including Freddy (above), several characters from Star Wars:

A photo take you, I think? (yoda, anikken)

Obi Wan fighting the Sith

One other thing to note is that there was also an entire section that seemed somewhat mis-placed. It contained a ton of exhibits on science and technology – including “green” power. (There were no statues here). It was interesting for the kids -and great fun – but being it was in one of the larger room type areas, I thought it was rather strange. I almost would have put these in the basement – and the statues from the basement into this area – as this was on the floor between the children’s fantasy room and the movie/rockers rooms.

On the bright side, we did have a good time (thankfully for only 5 euros each) before having dinner and heading back out of the city.

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At the Races – take 2… This time, the Horses!

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A couple of weeks ago, for Jacqui’s birthday, I went to my first outing to the greyhound races at Harold’s Cross. I didn’t do too badly, and on Saturday, at the pub, I was telling about the event. The folks that I met up with were fairly receptive (as I told the story and crocheted on my Ambitious Project at the same time) and we had a few good laughs.

Well, I had mentioned I needed to go sort of early because I had to work on Sunday – and shortly thereafter, the place became more crowded and the bartender came round and put a flyer on the table. Little did I know, I’d popped down to the Bell on the Boys and Girls club Annual “horse race” fund raiser.

How it worked was that they had several races from a few years ago – and had edited them in such a way that they would be played on the big screen that they had set up at the back of the bell. Each horse was given a “new” name, and we would place bets on the horses according to which ones we thought would win. The pre-recorded races were run, and the local DJ announced the race over the speakers in the Bell – from beginning to end. The races didn’t take long – and the betting pool and prizes varied depending on the race chosen. There were 9 races in total, with the last race being the winners of the previous 8 races – and the grand total prize being ~300 euro.

Me personally, I only bet on the first race – horse number 3 – because I liked the randomness of its name – Sherry Baby.

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The horse started off strong – and led up until the last seconds of the race – and then lost by a nose. The folks that were at my table were rather flabbergasted that my “random funny name” picking technique really did work – and congratulated me on the fact that the horse I picked was winning for 99.9% of the race. While they thought I should bet on the next couple races, I declined – and headed home, well satisfied that despite winning no money, the Boys and Girls Club had gotten a small donation.

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At the Races… the Greyhound Races

The night of Jacqui’s birthday, she invited several people to go to Harold’s Cross for the greyhound races. Having never been and finding a ticket deal (including sausage, chips, and a drink for each person and a 1 euro bet) on one of the coupon websites for 8 euro (normally 10 for entry and then food being extra) – I thought it would be an interesting evening of fun. The races started around 7pm, which meant leaving home at around 6pm. We hopped on the bus to the city, and away we went.

The problem with Dublin transport is that it’s never very clear where you want to get off the bus at. Unlike the Berlin bus/train system – or even the ones in New York or Atlanta, the bus stops aren’t announced nor is there any signage once you’re on the bus. So, if you don’t know where you’re going, you have to ask the bus driver to remember to point out your stop to you. Something that may or may not work. We had to change buses from the 38 to the city, and pick up a 16 – and then get off about 15 minutes into the route. To say the least, thank goodness for Google maps on the cell phones – because it was dark, foggy, and cold outside – so you couldn’t see beyond the light on the inside of the bus to see where we were supposed to stop. Luckily, about the time that I was going to go ask the driver, the signs were seen as we drove past the race track – and were able to have time to hit the button and hop off.

Harold's Cross sign

Walking back, we passed the pub and the liquor store

Pub next to the Racing

and then were greeted with the outside of the Harold’s cross stadium.

Harold's Cross Stadium

Having met up with Jacqui and Zac on the way in, we picked up our packets, grabbed the snacks, and started examining the racing program for the evening. Zac had been before, and showed us how to read the books –

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and I decided to go with my proven failsafe method – pick the names at random – based on the ones I thought were funny. 2 euro “place” bets on 11 races was 22 euro spent (my chosen horse has to finish 1st or 2nd to get a payout), and we went outside in the cold to wait the first race.

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There were bookies that kept announcing the odds (what the hell did they say?!?)


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and then a parade of the dogs each wearing their respective “jacket” and being announced. Then, the owners brought them around and put them into the starting gates.

The starting gates...

After a few moments, a bell rang, and an electronic rabbit started moving quickly around the track. As it passed the dog shoots, the gates flew open… and the dogs started running….

And they're off...

so fast, in fact, that the little point and shoot camera I had only caught them as a blur…

greyhounds so fast the camera can't keep up


A fast 30 seconds later, the race was over – the dogs had finished – and people had won or lost their bets. Within moments, there were calculations done, announcements of winning totals per ticket type, and then a 15 minute interval for the next race.

In the end, out of 11 races, totally picking by names I found funny alone – I ended up with 2 first place dogs, 2 second place dogs (paying out) and 3 third place dogs. The others finished mixed 4th and 5th, and only one didn’t finish.

Not doing too bad - 3 races won, out of 8

For a first time out – I was pleased that I had 4 winners – 18 euro total – which covered the cost of the ticket and transport in/out of the city. And.. for 4 hours of fun – I figured that was a pretty cheap evening out having a new experience, one which I will gladly do again – maybe when my mom comes over this summer.

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