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Chadwick at Large, Part 3.

Posted on February 24, 2014 by jasonoruairc

This might make a little more sense if you read part 1 and part 2 first. *** 29th February, 2014. Did you miss me, Dear Readers? I apologise for my absence; the pages of the South Belfast Herald and Post … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged A440 hz, Antrim Road, Belfast, Belfast City Hospital, Chadwick, Charge of the LIght Brigade, Crimea, dog, Donegal, Donegal Gaeltacht, Edgar Wankel, Fiddle music, Florence Nightingale, Gaoth Dobhair, genetics, German, Highlands, humour, irish, Irish Music, Jason O'Rourke, John Doherty, Literature, Mazurka, Mouth-to-mouth, North Belfast, Pictish, Picts, Schuhplattler, Scotland, short story, South Belfast Herald and Post, The Coolin, Tweed, vet, vodka, Wankel, Waterworks, WPLongform, writing, Yehudi Menuhin | 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

Chadwick at Large.

Posted on July 26, 2013 by jasonoruairc

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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Posted in Uncategorized | 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 | 17 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

Shoes and Socks

Posted on January 7, 2013 by jasonoruairc

We were on a day trip to Fermanagh to do some workshops and a forty-minute free concert in the Tourist Information Centre in Enniskillen. The event was organised by a charity that brought live music to the public, in places … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged A Midsummer’s Night, Enniskillen, Fermanagh, Hatfield Bar, Irish Dancing, Irish Music, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Michael Flatley, Riverdance, short story, The Navvy on the Shore, writing | 12 Comments

Those Were The Days, My Friend…

Posted on December 10, 2012 by jasonoruairc

Do you remember when there used to be a metal paling fence outside Kelly’s Cellars that made a sort of corridor? It had a turnstile at the end, by St Mary’s. And there were those big gates at the end … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Ardoyne, Belfast, Bilko's, bomb, Carrickfergus, Castle Street, craic, D Cabs, danger, Docker's Club, Dublin Road, Electrician's Club, fear, Frizzell's Fish Shop, Holylands, IRA, Irish Music, Jason O'Rourke, Kelly's Cellars, Literature, Lower Ormeau Road, Madden's Bar, payphone, reprisals, revenge, Shaftesbury Square, Shebeen, short story, Stranmillis Road, taxi, tension, The Castle Mews, The Hercules Bar, WPLongform, writing | 14 Comments

The Cat’s Whiskas

Posted on December 6, 2012 by jasonoruairc

I’ve slept in. Nightmare. Red-eyed and hungover, I jump out of bed. My head is banging and my stomach is full of acid; I might boke yet. In a flash, I recall that there was whiskey last night. We’d been … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Ardoyne, Belfast, busking, Cat Food, hangover, Irish Music, Jamaica Inn, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, short story, sleeping rough, sliced pan loaf, Tesco, Whiskas, whiskey, writing | 21 Comments

Wild Iris

Posted on November 25, 2012 by jasonoruairc

Mary and I go out walking every Wednesday evening. We try and vary the route so it doesn’t get too repetitive, although we usually get so engrossed in our conversation that we don’t take that much notice of the world … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Belfast, Irish Music, Jason O'Rourke, Lagan Towpath, Literature, Lock-Keeper's Cottage, Melancholy, short story, Tin Whistle, Wild Iris, writing | 10 Comments

Shoe

Posted on November 20, 2012 by jasonoruairc

Me and my Italian friend Marco have been playing tunes in the Duke of York. It’s been a brilliant session: great tunes, no head-melters, and a few pints. Even better, there is talk of a party at the house of … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Belfast, car crash, death, Duke of York, Dungannon, Harp, Irish Music, Italian, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Ormeau Road, Rosetta, Shoe, short story, Tableau, taxi, Tyrone, writing | 3 Comments

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Tag Archives: Irish Music

Chadwick at Large, Part 3.

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Chadwick at Large, Part 2.

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Chadwick at Large.

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Drumbeat

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Lost in Translation

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Shoes and Socks

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Those Were The Days, My Friend…

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The Cat’s Whiskas

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Wild Iris

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Shoe

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