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Consuming Passions

Posted on December 18, 2012 by jasonoruairc

It is August 2007, and the warm sunshine has brought crowds of Saturday shoppers into the city centre. Belfast’s new cathedral of consumerism, Victoria Square, is not yet open to worshippers. As the complex nears completion the excitement is palpable: … Continue reading →

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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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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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Strangers on a Plane

Posted on December 3, 2012 by jasonoruairc

She is dripping with gold, well-dressed, classy. The whole ensemble looks expensive: silk scarf, camel hair coat. She is attractive too; in her early forties I would guess. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair falls perfectly. The fingernails are such a … Continue reading →

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The Road to Damascus

Posted on November 28, 2012 by jasonoruairc

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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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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Moon Child

Posted on November 22, 2012 by jasonoruairc

During the winter it gets dark early in Belfast. You may grudgingly accept that this is the price you pay for those heady long summer nights, but even so, it’s December now, and June is a long way off. It’s … Continue reading →

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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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Butting In

Posted on November 16, 2012 by jasonoruairc

It was momentous, unprecedented. Derry had won the All-Ireland football final for the first time, and the Sam Maguire cup was on its way north again. These were heady times for Ulster football. During the weeks leading up to the … Continue reading →

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Special Delivery: a screenplay, in one act.

Posted on November 14, 2012 by jasonoruairc

The characters:  John McCarthy: Journalist, and former hostage during the Lebanon Hostage Crisis, held captive for five years from 1986 to 1991. Now making a documentary series for the BBC with Sandi Toksvig called Island Race. Big Tony: Taxi driver … Continue reading →

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