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Continue reading →: The woman who wasn’t there
Fergus, a man of 90 years and sober for 42 years told me this true story… He was only on his first pint of the day in a bar in South Belfast in the 1980s when the gunmen burst in and started firing. The man next to him dragged him…
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Continue reading →: Feet
As British soldiers yomped across the Falkland Islands one problem became apparent as their boots sank into the boggy ground. Their boots were not waterproof, so long marches in boggy ground were going to take a toll on the soldiers’ feet. Now, I am no yomping British soldier, but as…
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Continue reading →: Chain guard sorted
Austin at Belfast Bicycle Workshop knows his stuff and is very helpful. My wife’s chain guard had come off along with the bolts which are scattered somewhere on Belfast’s potholed roads. The thread on the chain guard was knackered so Austin fixed me up with some cable ties. He would…
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Continue reading →: Art for art’s sake
Another interesting evening in the Errigle attending a gathering of artists. I joined a table of two John’s and enjoyed hearing about John’s conceptual art work. There was a presentation and a demonstration by an artist who had several of his prints on show. I bought a landscape print in…
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Continue reading →: Socratic rhetoric
What do I know? How do I know it? What is the convincing proof?
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Continue reading →: Sofa envy
Our neighbour very kindly invited me into their house to look at their new 3-seater sofa. The fabric is velvety soft, and the sofa comes with some interesting features. The three seats recline separately and the centre seat folds down to make a place to put drinks in holders and…
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Continue reading →: Fear and intimidation
Mob-handed crowds on our streets destroying property and frightening people based on the colour of their skin – has it really come to this? Have we learnt nothing from the fascist eras of Mussolini, Hitler, Franco and Pinochet? Dictatorships rely on bully-boy tactics finding scapegoats to inflame a politically ignorant…
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Continue reading →: Nationalism or what?
My nationality is a hotchpotch of English, Welsh and a soupçon of Irish. The label British doesn‘t win many friends in some parts of West Belfast. I chose Anglo-Celt just because it sounds nice As a male white,anglo-protestant my social advantages were bound to be fairly hefty even before I…
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Continue reading →: Fascism and its enemies
I vaguely remember the rivers of blood speech of Enoch Powell and the race riots at the Notting Hill carnival, Brixton and further afield in the UK. The British National Party and the National Front provocatively marched through areas that had a high percentage of Asian or Afro-Carribean residents. A…
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