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Tag Archives: humour
No Laughing Matter
Nobody knew where it came from, or how it spread so far, so quickly. It appeared on three continents in the course of one day; a mark on the calendar that became portentously known as Day 1. It was soon … Continue reading
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Tagged Azerbaijan, Belfast, Benny Hill, border, Cobh, Cork, Ebola, epidemic, faith, Father Ted, Fawlty Towers, First Minister, Frank Carson, Hugh Grant, humour, Hyena, Ireland, Jason O'Rourke, Jim Davidson, Kitchener, LAD, laughter, Literature, Long Kesh, loyalists, Malone Road, measles, Mexico City, Mrs Brown's Boys, New York Times, Only Fools and Horses, Outbreak, pandemic, Pink Panther, politics, Porridge, Rathlin Island, Red Dwarf, republicans, Shoot-to-kill, short story, Steve Martin, Stormont, Sydney, UTV, Vernacularisms, violence, Virus, WPLongform, writing
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Guest Post: ‘Conversion’ by Colm Dore.
A staunch man, a marching man, a Belfast man, lies stately on his deathbed. A king, in his neat little castle, surrounded by a company of stocky, staunch, princes. The sons have beefy arms, with faded tattoos, but their faces … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Catholicism, deathbed conversion, humour, Orange Order, orangeman, peace Wall
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Drama.
Loaded gun. Never fired. Sorry, Chekhov.
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Tagged Belfast, Chekhov, Chekhov's Gun, humour, Jason O'Rourke, short story, Six-word story, Vernacularisms
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Chadwick at Large, Part 4.
This will make more sense if you have read, at least, part 1. It is here. *** I have had a bad experience, my dear readers. Yes, a German spa holiday in Bad Saarow! I’m sure you will understand immediately … Continue reading
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Tagged Bad Saarow, Belfast, boating, Boney M, Bratwurst, burgundy, Chadwick, Cork, Foie Gras, Germany, Golf, Holiday, humour, Ireland, Irish Songs, Lake Scharmützel, Liebfraumilch, Lili Marlene, Massage, Mud Bath, Napoleon Bonaparte, Resort, singers, South Belfast Herald & Post, Spa, Swimming, Thermal Springs, Tournedos Rossini, traditional music, WPLongform
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Guest Post: ‘The Essay,’ by Neil Shawcross.
One Friday afternoon a primary school teacher friend of mine gave her P7 class a week-end homework project. She asked the children to write a short story describing someone they knew. Monday came and amongst the essays was this little … Continue reading
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Tagged artist, Belfast, Ever-Ready batteries, humour, Literature, Neil Shawcross, short story, writing
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Well Raised
Aunt Amelia’s Wheaten Bread I’ll always associate the smell of this freshly-baked wheaten bread with my Aunt Amelia’s house in the countryside near Portadown. She was a dedicated baker, and made bread or scones every day. I have many fond … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Buttermilk, Childhood memories, Countryside, Golden Syrup, humour, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Portadown, Range, Sacred Heart, short story, Tea, Wheaten Bread Recipe, writing
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Chadwick at Large, Part 2.
*** 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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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
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A New Direction, Part 2.
I recommend that you read Part 1 first, if you haven’t already. It’s here. ~~~ The next morning Davy woke up early. This wasn’t unusual; in fact it had been happening more often over the past few months. He put … Continue reading
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Tagged 2008, A New Direction, A2, Antrim, beach, Belfast, Black Cave Tunnel, bosses, Buzzwords, Carrickfergus, Coast Road, Cushendun, dehumanisation, diary management, Donegal, Down, drones, Financial Crisis, Financial Services, flirting, Fortwilliam, Gandhi's flip flop, Gaoth Dobhair, Glens of Antrim, Gweedore, humour, Jason O'Rourke, Larne, lead generation, Lehman Brothers, Life Insurance, Literature, love, M2, M3, M5, management, Northern Ireland, Part 2, sales targets, Satnav, short story, slaves, South Belfast, stress, Ulster Fry, Working Smarter, WPLongform, writing
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Chadwick at Large.
26th July, 2013 My Dear Readers, I have come across an unusual discovery, which I would like to share with you. As you know from reading my column, I am a familiar figure at Belfast’s auction houses, and (although I … Continue reading
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Tagged Anderson's Auctions, Anthropology, baldness, Basel, Belfast, diet, Flann O'Brien, German, Gunter Grass, Heidelberg, humour, Ich bin ein Berliner, Irish flute, Irish Music, Jason O'Rourke, Joyce, Koln, Literature, Miltown Malbay, Nietzsche, Roscommon, rotary engine, short story, Sliabh Luachra, Switzerland, Wankel, water quality, Willie Clancy, WPLongform, writing, Yeats
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Vernacularisms 