‘Do not touch God’s word’ reads the bottom of this very odd sign nailed to a telegraph pole halfway between Saintfield and Ballynahinch. Squinter was on a 14-mile rambling loop between the two towns on Sunday and very pleasant it was too until around 4pm when the skies opened. Before long man and dog […]
Men’s lib in Liverpool

This sign outside a bar in Liverpool didn’t impress Squinter’s mate. “Typical everday sexism,” he moaned. “The pintglass ceiling still exists.” Yes, very funny. Squinter thought it was a laugh, quite frankly, if for no other reason than, like all the best jokes, there’s more than a grain of truth in there. Does Squinter […]
Tiocfaidh ár lamb

This here thing here is a dish called Klephtiko, which Squinter had last week in a Greek restaurant in Liverpool. Squinter’s had a few lamb shanks in his time (right, okay, have you all stopped sniggering now?) but this one took the biscuit, to employ what’s in the circumstances probably an ill-advised culinary metaphor. […]
Fáilte romhat, Belfast Buckie

Squinter never really understood why Buckfast never took off in Belfast. Oh, you’ll see the odd bottle lying in the gutter after an Orange parade, but it’ll have been left there by visitors from up the country. And you’ll see it being happily necked in the Holyland on Paddy’s Day but, again, them’s the […]
Actions speak louder than words… and guns
“If you tell a lie long enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it.” Goebbels had a point. Try googling “When was America discovered?” Immediately “1492” pops up, and the man who made the discovery is declared to be Christopher Columbus. This is hard-core rubbish. What they really mean is […]
The war on knowledge
Have you ever seen the film The Killing Fields about the war in Cambodia? It’s an excellent film. A bit Western, and it ignores the role of the USA in the horror, but as a piece it is worth watching. Anyway, there is a scene in it where there is a realisation that anyone […]