Author Randall Stephen Hall

  In the Buff for Christmas. By Randall Stephen Hall. So how did all this begin? If you had said to me that, come this Christmas I’d be working a stall in St. George’s Market, Belfast, I would have replied . . . “and how will that happen?” Over the years, from 1995 to now […]

  The Book of Yerdagh and My Da Too. (Parts 1 & 2). Originally an illustrated lecture at the Gothenburg Irish Festival in 1998©   Web Links: Yerdagh Part 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48-9b6sl1Io   Web Links: Yerdagh Part 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLtXFDs-iqk   Just cut and paste these links into your web browser if they don’t activate. Thanks.   […]

The Sky is Blue. By Randall Stephen Hall. © 21.10.15   A response to the recent report on paramilitaries.   The sky is blue. Rivers are wet Theresa Villers has dark hair. The grass at Stormont is green. And the leaves shed their leaves Like lost votes for a creative peace.   Money talks. People […]

The Tight Corner. Part 1. By Randall Stephen Hall.     What a bloody tight corner we are in at present, regarding politics, procedures, peace, and “pissing in the wind” at Stormont. Excuse my language, I really meant “The People’s Assembly”, for Northern Ireland.   The political machine has almost ground to a halt and […]

WEE PATRICK. Lyrics by Randall Stephen Hall ©   Audio You Tube Film link : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzJMUam-0zU Just cut and paste the web link into your browser if it doesn’t work. Thanks.     Sung to the tune of “The Mountains of Mourne”. * The original traditional Irish Tune is known as “Carrigdonn”. The lyics to […]

Dying to Live. By Randall Stephen Hall©   VIDEO LINK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NNnIOvvRns JUST CUT AND PASTE LINK INTO YOUR WEB BROWSER IF IT DOES’NT WORK.   I’m dying from living. I’m waiting to live. I work in this box now. My heart is a sieve.   I catch what you say now. Process it and cough. […]