Tag Archives: Guinness

Let Down

Posted on January 27, 2014 by jasonoruairc

My foot tapped agitatedly, and my fingers periodically drummed the wooden table. I glanced from my watch to my half-finished pint and back again. Where was she? I was hungry and it was looking like I’d been stood up for … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Attempted murder, BBC News, Belfast, Berry Street, broken windscreen, Car, Castle Court, Guinness, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, lunch, Madden's Bar, Modest Proposal, police tape, Queen's University, Sectarianism, shock, shooting, short story, Swift, Troubles, TV, writing | 13 Comments

The Desert Fox

Posted on November 29, 2013 by jasonoruairc

The Characters: Andy: big, shaven-headed, tattooed fella in his mid-thirties. Likes to tell a story. Jim & Neil: Andy’s credulous mates. Act 1, Scene 1: Belfast City Centre. Pub interior, late 1990s. The three lads are sitting round a table … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Antelope, Bandit Queen, Belfast, French Foreign Legion, Guinness, Jason O'Rourke, Kalahari, lies, Literature, Sahara Desert, Sandstorm, short story, Sniper, Special Forces, tall stories, Touareg, writing | 2 Comments

Chadwick at Large, Part 2.

Posted on September 6, 2013 by jasonoruairc

*** Part 2 will make better sense if you’ve read part 1. You can read it here. *** 31st August, 2013. My Dear Readers, I have gone to the dogs! Yes, it’s true. I have, quite simply, let myself go … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Aintree, Belfast, Bodhrán, bones, buail an craiceann, burgundy, Celts, Cheltenham, Chilean wine, Cockneys, Cromwell, Donegal, Downpatrick races, Edgar Wankel, flat caps, G&T, Gaelic, gambling, greyhound racing, Guinness, Gullible, humour, Irish Music, Jason O'Rourke, Kinder Surprise, Literature, Mayo, merlot, Munchen, Oktoberfest, short story, Skol, Spoon-players, Sport of KIngs, The Silence of the Lambs, Westport, whiskey, WPLongform, writing | 3 Comments

Racial Prejudice

Posted on May 13, 2013 by jasonoruairc

Gate D, at Belfast International Airport, is drab, and cheap-looking. The shabby grey carpet and beige walls are brashly lit by fluorescent tubes set into the polystyrene-tiled ceiling. In a far corner of the room, one of the lights flickers … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Aldergrove, atrocities, Belfast, Belfast International Airport, Belfast Telegraph, British Army, Checkpoints, Glasgow, Guinness, Harp, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Liverpool, London, Northern Ireland, racism, Sectarianism, short story, Squaddies, Troubles, war, writing | 4 Comments

Dirty Bomb

Posted on April 24, 2013 by jasonoruairc

A short radio drama. The Cast: David: a trainee Environmental Health Officer. Jeremy: Senior Environmental Health Officer. David’s manager. The Scene: The interior of the Environmental Health Protection Unit office, Linenhall Street, Belfast, July 2003. It is a Monday morning. … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Belfast, Belfast City Centre, Carbon Dioxide, CCTV, crime scene, dirty bomb, Environmental health, flatus, gravy chip, Guinness, Hazard Suits, humour, Hydrogen Sulphide, Jason O'Rourke, kebab, Literature, Lombard Street, Lombard Street Multi-Pollutant Monitoring Station, Methane, Nitrogen, Pollution control, PSNI, short story, terrorists, writing | 2 Comments

Drumbeat

Posted on April 19, 2013 by jasonoruairc

Pawel still hasn’t fully grasped the complexities of Belfast’s sectarian society. He is lying on the cold concrete of the entry. Yellow-edged, purple bruises are blossoming unseen on his body. Each breath stabs like a knife. He doesn’t know it … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Ballyclare, Belfast, Bodhrán, broken bones, bruises, bunting, Catholics, contentious parades, drums, East Belfast, Farnham Street, fear, fenian, fifes, Flags, flegs, Flutes, Glasgow Rangers, Guinness, immigration, Irish girls, Irish Music, Irish writers, Jason O'Rourke, Kelly's Cellars, Literature, Lower Ormeau Road, loyalists, Madden's Bar, orange parades, Ormeau Road, paramilitaries, Poland, Polish immigrants, red white and blue, rioting, Sectarianism, short story, Short Strand, taig, The Hercules Bar, The Queen, UDA, victims, violence, Woodstock Road, WPLongform, writing | 7 Comments

Lost in Translation

Posted on April 5, 2013 by jasonoruairc

The crash of the front door being slammed with great force jarred Jim uneasily awake from a pleasant and peacefully-stoned sleep. There followed the sound of running footsteps in the hall and then the thud of the back door; curious. … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Belfast, Cannabis, drunk driving, fear, French, Guinness, humour, Irish Music, Italian, Jason O'Rourke, Kelly's Cellars, Literature, Ormeau Road, paranoia, Putain de Bordel de Merde, RUC, short story, spliff, taxi, vino, writing | 16 Comments

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Tag Archives: Guinness

Let Down

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The Desert Fox

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Chadwick at Large, Part 2.

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Racial Prejudice

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Dirty Bomb

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Drumbeat

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Lost in Translation

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