Tag Archives: Kelly’s Cellars

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

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

Incendiary

Posted on October 1, 2012 by jasonoruairc

There used to be a bandstand in Cornmarket. It was mostly a home for pigeons and a place for a late-night carryout; the square was quiet, and the bandstand provided shelter from the interminable Belfast rain. I never saw a … Continue reading →

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Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Arthur Square, Bandstand, Bank Street, Belfast, Castle Place, Corn Market, Cornmarket, Incendiary, Jason O'Rourke, Kelly's Cellars, Literature, Rotterdam Bar, Royal Avenue, short story, Wizard of Oz, writing, yellow brick road | 3 Comments

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Tag Archives: Kelly’s Cellars

Drumbeat

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