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Tag Archives: Buckfast
Word Up, Part 1.
Cunt. It’s sprayed in round childish letters about 4 feet in height on the wall in Wellwood Street, just off Sandy Row. The black paint has been applied with some skill: the lines are consistently of the same thickness, and … Continue reading
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Tagged A2, adrenaline, Belfast, Belfast City Council, Buckfast, cider, frisson, Glue sniffing, graffiti, Great Victoria Street, handwriting, Hermeneutics, interpretation, Jason O'Rourke, Mise en Page, Office workers, Sandy Row, script, Sheela-na-Gig, South Belfast, Spray paint, Swearing, Vandalism, Wellwood Street
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Wifeless
I am waiting outside Botanic Station. I had been in Bangor earlier, playing some music for a charity event in a bar near the seafront. It was hosted by a TV sports journalist with a face made for Widescreen; it was, … Continue reading
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Tagged Bangor, Belfast, Botanic Avenue, Botanic Station, Buckfast, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, loss, short story, writing
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