Seagulls are the main character of Dublin

The herring gulls rule Dublin, and I love the gross and hilarious little beasts. They’re everywhere at all hours: I heard one croaking at 3:30am and watched one call from a rooftop at 11pm. The tall buildings apparently feel like their home cliffs and there’s a steady supply of trash can contents to plunder.

The guy pictured horked a whole sandwich down the hatch as part of an absolute massacre of picnickers in St Stephen’s Green. It was a sight to behold.