Most Irish people, certainly of my 40-something age anyway, have lived in rented accommodation at some stage in their life. And of that, more than a few of us have lived in bed-sits.
I’ve worked out that in the past twenty years or so I’ve had 16 different addresses - shared houses, apartments, flats, etc. The worst place I ever lived in was in 1996-97. It was on the Drumcondra Road, ground-floor studio, with bed and fridge and cooker all next to each other. I was reading a lot of Bukowski at the time and I thought that this cheap room was going to make me a writer.
It didn’t. Rewrites make a writer. That room just made me depressed.
I was quite literally saved one evening by Seán Baite when he showed up with his brother and they bundled all my stuff into the back of a van. They then drove me over to Rathmines where I ended up sharing an apartment with Seán, his partner and their child, and a friend of ours from Australia.
Today I was talking to my flat-mate and for some reason Knut Hamsun and his novel Hunger popped up in the conversation.
It got me thinking about that time in Drumcondra, and so I went onto Daft.ie to have a look at what’s available these days. I thought that maybe bed-sits were a thing of the past, what with all the apartments that have been built in the past ten years.
No such luck.
Here’s a collection of photos of bed-sits I’ve culled from the website.
And remember, the object of these images is to try to sell the place to a prospective occupier like your good self.
In other words, this is the good side of the room.
Fair warning, I hope.