TIMES have changed. There was a time when we marched up the road towards the edge of the city, away from the centre. Until one day a whisper went through the marching crowds – we’re marching the wrong way. So they marched to the City Hall, not away from it.
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Aisling’s Aisling is our new city story
BELFAST is a fast-changing city. The Sinn Féin Ard Fheis in the Waterfront Hall at the weekend gave compelling evidence of that. However, like so many aspects of post-Good Friday Agreement society, it’s not changing half-fast enough.
Some great leaders and their, ah, colourful pasts
I was in the Waterfront Hall on Saturday afternoon and do you know what? It was kind of dull. The speakers were lined up and in five-minute bursts they said things which everyone in the hall agreed with, and that’s what made it kind of dull.
Where’s the beef?
YES, corned beef in tins does still exist. And to prove the point, at a formal ceremony in the Roddy’s attended by a carefully selected coterie of staff and punters, Squinter was presented with this tin of Argentina’s finest, purchased by barman Joe at great expense in a local supermarket.
Season’s greetings in September
THE SELECTION boxes are out in Sainsbury’s. Not today, not yesterday – they were out a week ago and more. By Squinter’s reckoning, and since it’s all seven-day opening now, that’s 114 shopping days to Christmas, or just under a third of a year.
Stamp, slap, bang, whallop
WITH a salute to the statue of the UDR man with the stop-hand and the big gun, Squinter makes his way through Lisburn town to Reid’s shoe shop for a new pair of shoes. Yes, fair enough, you’re right – it would hardly be for a new pair of trousers.
