. . . ‘our’ politics and ‘their’ flegs
Imagine the outrage if the DUP, in a show of solidarity with the people of Israel, ran the Star of David up the flagpole at its Dundela Avenue headquarters. 843 more words
“I kissed my girl, by the factory wall. Dirty old town.”
Those lines were in reference to Manchester, England, but nowhere in the UK today do they more describe the miasma of a place than in Belfast, the shade of working class poverty visible on acne-spotted pasty white faces, in the fast-food gastronomy, the obesity, and the simmering resentment and tit-for-tat injuries and insults between the Unionist and Nationalist working classes. 409 more words
But in Northern Ireland it appears you do have to be Republican.
This is a little off course from my other posts which focus solely on Northern Ireland but given that Northern Ireland seems to be so interested in the Israel/Gaza dispute I thought I would have my tuppence worth. 1,321 more words
The image shows Christy Burke the Lord Mayor of Dublin, and one time member of Sinn Fein, burning the Union flag and it posed an interesting conundrum given the fact we are approaching the 11th night bonfires. 451 more words
I had the pleasure yesterday of attending the 12th celebrations in Rossnowlagh, Donegal. This small seaside village is both picturesque and tourist driven, with its small selection of surf schools, hotel and a limited number of restaurants without the support of locals and visitors this small village would not sustain. 786 more words