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Monthly Archives: March 2013
Model Customer
269 Monrovia Street Augusto Maiale Uomo Belfast Viale Primavera 354 BT7 3AR 00172 Roma … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, humour, Jason O'Rourke, knickers, letters, Literature, Ormeau Road, Rome, short story, St Patrick's Day, Tailors, underpants, writing
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Occupy
My 6 year-old daughter’s birthday present is a new bike. It is pink, of course, with Disney Princess decorations on it, and I have added shiny new stabiliser wheels. She is excited and can’t wait to go out on it, … Continue reading
Gobbet
Gobbet [noun]; /gɒbɪt/; Middle English gobet, from Old French gober, to swallow; 14th century. 1: small piece or morsel (e.g. of meat); 2: lump, viscous mass; 3: short piece, fragment, or extract of text; 4: small quantity of liquid, drop. Example: Walking past Castle Court … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Castle Court, disgust, gob, Gobbet, Jason O'Rourke, Kate Moss, Literature, Marilyn Monroe, phlegm, short story, writing
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South Central Belfast
Rare birds have flown thousands of miles to land on the Lower Ormeau Road. It is a glorious summer Saturday and I am going across town to visit a friend who lives on the Antrim Road. They are standing outside … Continue reading
Vernacularisms 