Author Jude Collins

Whatever you say…

I’ve been asked to contribute…No, that’s a stupid word for it…asked to talk on the Stephen Nolan Show on BBC Radio Ulster tomorrow morning. They’re discussing the question of journalists protecting (another loaded word) their sources. The two people in the spotlight at the moment are Suzanne Breen the journalist and Ian Óg Paisley, the, […]

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Whatever you say…

I’ve been asked to contribute…No, that’s a stupid word for it…asked to talk on the Stephen Nolan Show on BBC Radio Ulster tomorrow morning. They’re discussing the question of journalists protecting (another loaded word) their sources. The two people in the spotlight at the moment are Suzanne Breen the journalist and Ian Óg Paisley, the, […]

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Watch out for unionist shrapnel

Cheesh – it’s almost like old times. A right-wing demagogue doing a Mussolini act before adoring disciples, people refusing to shake hands with other people, people turning their backs and booing their political opponents, lusty delivery of ‘God Save The Queen’…It all makes me feel about twenty years younger. And don’t tell me the press […]

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Watch out for unionist shrapnel

Cheesh – it’s almost like old times. A right-wing demagogue doing a Mussolini act before adoring disciples, people refusing to shake hands with other people, people turning their backs and booing their political opponents, lusty delivery of ‘God Save The Queen’…It all makes me feel about twenty years younger. And don’t tell me the press […]

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A tale of three ferrets

Two – no, three political dramas unfolding this weekend. In Britain, Gordon Brown is being savaged by his own party, who are shit-scared that they’re going to go down with him at the next election and are hoping against hope that maybe, somehow, someone else will mean there’ll be less Labour blood on the walls […]

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A tale of three ferrets

Two – no, three political dramas unfolding this weekend. In Britain, Gordon Brown is being savaged by his own party, who are shit-scared that they’re going to go down with him at the next election and are hoping against hope that maybe, somehow, someone else will mean there’ll be less Labour blood on the walls […]

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Europe calling…

I’ve just realised the European election results won’t come in until Sunday night/Monday, which is a pain in the EU BUM, as I’d been looking forward to Friday and watching a series of politicians squirming as they try explain away d-e-f-e-a-t. Grotesque, but no more grotesque than some of the things being said in the […]

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Europe calling…

I’ve just realised the European election results won’t come in until Sunday night/Monday, which is a pain in the EU BUM, as I’d been looking forward to Friday and watching a series of politicians squirming as they try explain away d-e-f-e-a-t. Grotesque, but no more grotesque than some of the things being said in the […]

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Ending Up in Irish

We had our final Irish class of the year last Tuesday. Since last September I’ve been travelling over to Ionad Uibh Eachach, off the Falls Road, with my friends Hugh and Dessie. They’re in their seventies, I’m in my sixties, and I’d like to think that our presence in the Beginners’ Class for Irish is […]

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Ending Up in Irish

We had our final Irish class of the year last Tuesday. Since last September I’ve been travelling over to Ionad Uibh Eachach, off the Falls Road, with my friends Hugh and Dessie. They’re in their seventies, I’m in my sixties, and I’d like to think that our presence in the Beginners’ Class for Irish is […]

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