Protecting the powerful

Are you public-spirited? No, me neither.  When I hear of have-a-go heroes who attack yobs with their umbrella or copy of The Times I ask myself “Why?”  Why is this man risking life and limb and probably other parts as well, to confront these law-breakers?  Isn’t that what we pay the police handsome salaries to […]

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Let’s put the past behind us – OK, chaps?

                                                             Seems  a lovely chap, doesn’t he? Fresh-faced, nicely-greying hair, tall, the kind of fellow who inspires confidence and even warmth. But then that’s Owen Paterson’s job. He’s the new Secretary of State for Northern Ireland and it’s his assigned role to project a pleasant front for the British government in this part of Ireland.  […]

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Let’s put the past behind us – OK, chaps?

                                                             Seems  a lovely chap, doesn’t he? Fresh-faced, nicely-greying hair, tall, the kind of fellow who inspires confidence and even warmth. But then that’s Owen Paterson’s job. He’s the new Secretary of State for Northern Ireland and it’s his assigned role to project a pleasant front for the British government in this part of Ireland.  […]

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It’s Show Time

The Commander-in-Chief of the Parachute Regiment was in Belfast yesterday. (You remember the Parachute Regiment – the ones that shot dead fourteen innocent people in Derry in 1972).  You may have caught a glimpse of him on TV, being welcomed by Mary Peters and Lord Mayor Naomi Long, who did a nice curtesy before the […]

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It’s Show Time

The Commander-in-Chief of the Parachute Regiment was in Belfast yesterday. (You remember the Parachute Regiment – the ones that shot dead fourteen innocent people in Derry in 1972).  You may have caught a glimpse of him on TV, being welcomed by Mary Peters and Lord Mayor Naomi Long, who did a nice curtesy before the […]

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Flowers and forgetting

It’s odd the associations that fix themselves in your mind. Every May when I see those small yellow whin-bush flowers flaring on hillsides and by the road, I think of Brother Skehan.  He was my teacher in the Christian Brothers Primary School in Omagh and he encouraged us all to bring in flowers, for arrangement […]

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Flowers and forgetting

It’s odd the associations that fix themselves in your mind. Every May when I see those small yellow whin-bush flowers flaring on hillsides and by the road, I think of Brother Skehan.  He was my teacher in the Christian Brothers Primary School in Omagh and he encouraged us all to bring in flowers, for arrangement […]

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Kingmakers or easy meat?

Well – isn’t it exciting?  One minute Nick Clegg looks like he’s going to fall into the arms of David Cameron, the next he’s heading for the manly embrace of, er, um,  A N Other. Alas poor Gordon, we didn’t have time to know him well. Ian Paisley figured that as a son of the […]

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Kingmakers or easy meat?

Well – isn’t it exciting?  One minute Nick Clegg looks like he’s going to fall into the arms of David Cameron, the next he’s heading for the manly embrace of, er, um,  A N Other. Alas poor Gordon, we didn’t have time to know him well. Ian Paisley figured that as a son of the […]

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Who’s on next?

There is one hot topic bubbling beneath the surface of unionism this week, and that is, who’s going to replace Peter Robinson as DUP leader when, as inevitably he will, he steps/ is pushed down. It’s an important question because though the Robinson defeat in East Belfast was a catastrophe for the party and their […]

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