“Or they could always walk down to Belvedere from Summerhill.”
Reminds me of my secondary schooling in O’Connell’s CBS, a fine, open non-fee paying school (open to boys that is) in Nth Richmond St, a stone’s throw from Summerhill. Most of the boys including me came by bus to the school from the suburbs. Parallels and doc martins were all the go – no uniforms in the mid-70s – and one lad had got the ma to spend a small fortune on the best of gear for him. A Christian Brother made him stand up at the top of the class and said “Look at ye, you’re like a gurrier from Summerhill”. Boys from Summerhill could have walked to the school in 5 minutes but 99% of them didn’t go and weren’t welcome. (They did take their class revenge on us the odd time though as we skulked through the flats to the bus stop – “You hit my little brother.” “I didn’t I swear”. Whack!)