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Tag Archives: Holylands
Service with a Frown
The Asia Supermarket on the corner of Agincourt Avenue and the Ormeau Road is an Aladdin’s Cave of delights. It is a hulking, windowless, rectangular block, which is partially obscured on the Ormeau side by dusty Rowan trees, and thick … Continue reading
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Tagged Agincourt Avenue, Asia Supermarket, banana sauce, Belfast, chillies, Chinese, customer service, dim sum, dried jellyfish, Fenugreek, garlic, ginger, green tea, Gulab Jamun, Halva, Holylands, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Lower Ormeau Road, noodles, Ormeau Road, Peking Duck, Pomegranate Molasses, preserved cabbage, Rowan tree, sake, short story, sumak, tofu, Tofu recipe, writing
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Blue Valentines, Part II.
Looking back, just over a year later, I can still remember it with amazing clarity. It is cold today – as it was on that day, a week after Valentine’s. I am cosy beside a glowing coal fire as I … Continue reading
Political Football
He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Simple as that. It could so easily have been me. I am still selfishly grateful that he was there in front of me, that his action saved me from the … Continue reading
The Road to Damascus
You know when you’re just minding your own business and all of a sudden something happens and you’re like, Oh Sweet Jesus, because it’s totally unexpected and unwanted. So there’s me, walking back from the town, and I cut through … Continue reading
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Tagged Agincourt Avenue, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Damascus Street, Gypsy, Holylands, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Rory McIlroy, shame, short story, writing
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Snapshot
I got a few strange looks. This didn’t surprise me, because my activity was a wee bit unusual. Photographers tend to be forgiven their abnormal behaviour, but in my case, today’s photographic expedition had been to get pictures of some … Continue reading
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Tagged Agincourt Avenue, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Forestside, Holylands, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Post-Modern, postmodernism, short story, writing
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