Gotten into an argument about whether the Northside or Southside is better.Done an impression of the D4 accent.Done an impression of the inner city accent.Had one of these as your actual accent.Looked down your nose at Northsiders.Thought Southsiders were stuck-up pricks.Had to slow down your speech for a non-Irish person.Had to translate your phrases for non-Dubliners.Asked someone to "stall the ball".Told someone to "ask your bollix".Called someone "chicken" as a term of endearment.Referred to an unpleasant woman as a "wagon".Called someone a "shitehawk".Sworn you wouldn't end up in Coppers on a night out.Ended up in Coppers on a night out.Gotten the shift in Coppers.Not gotten the shift in Coppers and wondered what could possibly be so bad about you that you can't even get the shift in Coppers.Seen dreams live and die on Harcourt Street.Ended up in Charlie's after a night out.Ended up in Eddie Rocket's after a night out.Referred to Eddie Rocket's as "Empty Pockets".Ended up in Zaytoon after a night out.Thought the Grafton Street Christmas lights were bleedin' gorgeous.Thought Trinity was full of posh wankers.Thought UCD was full of Trinity rejects.Thought DCU was full of culchies.Not really been sure where DIT was.Complained about the walk between the Luas Green and Red lines.Lost your shit when Dundrum Shopping Centre opened.Spent half a Saturday trying to find parking at Blanchardstown Shopping Centre.Paid for a wee at Stephens' Green Shopping Centre.Spent more than 45 minutes waiting for a bus at a completely reasonable time.Legged it to Portmarnock Beach or Bray at the first sight of sun of the year.Despaired at the number of tourists in Dublin on St. Patrick's Day.Covered yourself in green paint on St. Patrick's Day.Been distraught over The Garth Brooks Incident of 2014.Been delighted over The Garth Brooks Incident of 2014.Sat down beside Patrick Kavanagh's statue bench on the Grand Canal banks.Wondered what the jaysus those red sticks are all about in Grand Canal Square.Burst into a rousing rendition of "The Auld Triangle" whenever you were in sniffing distance of Mountjoy.Had trouble adjusting when The Point changed its name to The O2.Despaired when they changed it again to the 3 Arena.Been to a gig at The Iveagh Gardens and thought it was the best venue ever.Been to a gig at The Olympia and thought it was the best venue ever.Been to a gig at Whelan's and thought it was the best venue ever.Looked at rent prices and remarked "Is this bleedin' London or what?"Spent a Sunday on Hill 16.Plastered social media with #COYBIB.Shared a picture of the Samuel Beckett Bridge on social media.Shared a picture of the Ha'penny Bridge on social media.Set your eyes on sweet Molly Malone.Mocked the concept of The Spire.Imitated James Larkin's pose beside the statue on O'Connell Street.Walked down Grafton Street or Henry Street and seen at least 10 people you knew.Roared "The Rattlin' Bog" in a rousing chorus on the top deck of a Dublin bus.Bragged to a non-Dubliner about how great it is to be from Dublin.
How Stereotypically Dublin Are You?
You're about as Dublin as a ballet at the Sydney Opera House — which is to say you're not very Dublin at all. Have you ever been to Dublin? I'd wager not. If you have, maybe go again. WE'D LOVE TO HAVE YOU ROUND! Maybe pick up a phrasebook before you go though.
You're as Dublin as Barack O'Bama opening a speech at College Green in broken Irish — which is to say mildly Dublin. You've probably been to Dublin at least once, maybe a couple of times, and can probably claim at least some Irish ancestry. Maybe you have a friend from Dublin who's taught you a few phrases. In any case, you need to brush up before you can claim to be a true Dub.
You're as Dublin as Temple Bar on St. Patrick's Day, which is to say mostly, but not totally Dublin. You have probably had more than your fair share of nights on the town. Maybe there's an Irish mammy in the mix, or maybe you lived in Dublin once upon a time. OR MAYBE YOU'RE FROM CORK OR GALWAY. You're not a pure Dub, but you know your way across the Liffey and down Harcourt Street.
Bejaysus, you're as bleerin' Dublin as they come — even more Dublin than James Joyce going for a really long-winded walk and ending up in Coppers. You're either from Dublin or have lived there a long time. You've ended up in Zaytoon more times than you care to count and probably know the majority of people living in Dublin to see. You're proud to be a true Dub. Baile Átha Cliath ABÚ!