Early morning, car packed
with coats, and boots, and maps
“Any word?”
CB turned down to hear the morning news
No word.
Laughs, and songs, and cigarettes
And roads, and friends, and craic
Tape, and crowds, and whistles
And the cars.
King Fisher Blue
No word.
Break it down, pack it up
and enroute, FAST, in convoy
to some hotel, late
And there, we got the word.
For David
H.M.S. Catherwood’s central works, Donegall Road, Belfast. Friday, 22 August 1930 The driver retrieved a half Woodbine from his top pocket. “You still here, cub?” “Aye… til the death. Told me to stand here til I got somethin’.” “Wha? Like pleurisy?.. don’t think that would make the morning paper.” The Bo Peep flared on first […]
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It’s easy to think that ‘disruptors’ are a modern phenomenon. People who refuse to accept that their idea can’t & won’t revolutionise their field of expertise… or their part of the world. But what are Wallace McLeod & Harry Ferguson if not ‘disruptors’? Men of vision and, more importantly, action! You will likely have heard […]
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A nation that keeps one eye on the past is wise. A nation that keeps two eyes on the past is blind Unknown So reads the wisdom on the wall of The Garrick Bar – a Belfast institution. It has seen a lot of laughter & tears from the corner of Chichester Street and Montgomery […]
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