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Tag Archives: Vernacularisms
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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Guest Post: ‘Home, Home Home, and the Telling of Stories,’ by Anthony Joseph Black.
‘HOME’ MAY BE WHERE THE HEART IS, but where does that leave ‘home home?’ I live in Belfast, but I am not from Belfast. I moved here at eighteen, just shy of thirty years ago, to attend Queens. I grew … Continue reading
One Moment
There’s a pink balloon blowing along beside the path in the Ormeau Park, left over from some charity event. The wee girl is delighted to find it, and lifting it runs along through the tall gates and onto the broad … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, breaking the speed limit, child, Jason O'Rourke, luck, Ormeau Bridge, Ormeau Park, Ormeau Road, panic, road accident, short story, taxi, Vernacularisms
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Looking at the Menu: a Dialogue.
Scene: Supermarket car park. Bill and Margaret have just arrived, and are getting ready to leave the car. Parked next to them is an attractive young woman, who is eating her lunch. Bill: Here, before we go in, can I … Continue reading
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Tagged argument, Belfast, drama, experimentation, head full of sweetie mice, lunch, marriage, melter, sushi, Vernacularisms
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Word Up, Part 2.
The parking meter at the top of Wellwood Street, just off Great Victoria Street, had been adorned with a small rectangular sticker. In black writing on a silver background, it stated: You are beautiful. It was positioned at just the right … Continue reading
Guest Post: ‘Belfast to Derry/Londonderry’ by Jan Carson
It is impossible to be Northern Irish on a train. On the surface you carry yourselves like a private funeral; paperback on your side, on his, a small sheet newspaper, unfurled. You note his newspaper. He notes your novel. You … Continue reading
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Tagged Antrim, Belfast, Berlin Wall, Derry, Jan Carson, Londonderry, Mossley West, Northern Irish, People's Park, politics, Presbyterian, train travel, Vernacularisms
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Guest Blog: ‘A Constellation of Belfast Nicknames’ by Aisling O’Beirn.
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Tagged Aisling O'Beirn, Belfast, Milky Way, place names, Street names, Vernacularisms, visual art
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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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