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Guest Post: ‘A Genius’ by Colin Dardis.
It is 2:30am when Graham spies me from across the road. Uh-oh. I said goodnight to Graham about an hour and a half ago so I could go and finish the night off in the gambling parlour, and now I … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, cats, Colin Dardis, Friday night, gambling, Literature, Poet, South Belfast, Vernacularisms, vodka, vomit, writing
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Guest Post: ‘Pizzaphone’ by Tony Strickland.
Late Saturday night, South Belfast. A busy takeaway pizza restaurant. The manager answers a call, and recognising the voice from a few minutes earlier, puts the phone on speaker: There’s no toppings on my pizza! the man slurs, loudly. What … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, drunk, Pizza, Saturday night, South Belfast, speakerphone, Tony Strickland, Vernacularisms
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Word Up, Part 1.
Cunt. It’s sprayed in round childish letters about 4 feet in height on the wall in Wellwood Street, just off Sandy Row. The black paint has been applied with some skill: the lines are consistently of the same thickness, and … Continue reading
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Tagged A2, adrenaline, Belfast, Belfast City Council, Buckfast, cider, frisson, Glue sniffing, graffiti, Great Victoria Street, handwriting, Hermeneutics, interpretation, Jason O'Rourke, Mise en Page, Office workers, Sandy Row, script, Sheela-na-Gig, South Belfast, Spray paint, Swearing, Vandalism, Wellwood Street
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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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