August, 2011

Michael Gove: a man it’s hard not to hit

Every time I see a picture of Michael Gove, I want to punch it/him. Yes I know, violence doesn’t solve problems, we must try to seek a peaceful resolution of our differences, blahblahblah, but I still want to punch the little shit. At the same time, he has raised a really important issue in British […]

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Michael Gove: a man it’s hard not to hit

Every time I see a picture of Michael Gove, I want to punch it/him. Yes I know, violence doesn’t solve problems, we must try to seek a peaceful resolution of our differences, blahblahblah, but I still want to punch the little shit. At the same time, he has raised a really important issue in British […]

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It’s my parade and I’ll play what I want to

There’s a touch of the poet about the Rev Mervyn Gibson, I think. Poets are the misers of words: they use them sparingly, and when they do, they make them work really hard, often doing two things at once. So too with the Reverend Mervyn Gibson. He’s declared that the Parades Commission ruling that an […]

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It’s my parade and I’ll play what I want to

There’s a touch of the poet about the Rev Mervyn Gibson, I think. Poets are the misers of words: they use them sparingly, and when they do, they make them work really hard, often doing two things at once. So too with the Reverend Mervyn Gibson. He’s declared that the Parades Commission ruling that an […]

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Cometh the hour, cometh the uncle…

Oh no. Oh please. It’s a bit like Hubert Humphrey all over again.  Humphrey, you probably remember, was  a US presidential candidate back in the middle of the twentieth century. He was known as the Happy Warrior because just when people thought he’d packed it in, hey, there he was again, bouncing on-stage, still smiling. […]

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Cometh the hour, cometh the uncle…

Oh no. Oh please. It’s a bit like Hubert Humphrey all over again.  Humphrey, you probably remember, was  a US presidential candidate back in the middle of the twentieth century. He was known as the Happy Warrior because just when people thought he’d packed it in, hey, there he was again, bouncing on-stage, still smiling. […]

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Confidence, Freedom Riders and grim facts

I remember having a conversation with Mary McAleese when she was still a non-President and living in the north. I  asked her did she miss living in Dublin where she’d worked as a law professor and – for a time – in RTÉ. She said she missed some things –  the happy confidence of the […]

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Confidence, Freedom Riders and grim facts

I remember having a conversation with Mary McAleese when she was still a non-President and living in the north. I  asked her did she miss living in Dublin where she’d worked as a law professor and – for a time – in RTÉ. She said she missed some things –  the happy confidence of the […]

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Brendan Lillis, TV footage and two asses’ arses

I may not know much about the law but I know an ass’s arse when I see one. Two in fact. The first ass’s arse belongs to Justice Minister David Ford.  He’s been called on several times by different groups to release Brendan Lillis.  Mr Lillis was a former life sentence prisoner who got his licence […]

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Brendan Lillis, TV footage and two asses’ arses

I may not know much about the law but I know an ass’s arse when I see one. Two in fact. The first ass’s arse belongs to Justice Minister David Ford.  He’s been called on several times by different groups to release Brendan Lillis.  Mr Lillis was a former life sentence prisoner who got his licence […]

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