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Knife to see you, to see you…

THE BBC’s Home Affairs Correspondent has this week been writing about his run-in with a

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So what’s good for the goose is bad for the gander

ALLIANCE Party leader and Justice Minister David Ford has been lecturing Peter Robinson and Martin

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Flying the flags (nearly)

THEY’VE been flying the English flag in the streets and shops and pubs of West Belfast since Euro 2012 began two weeks ago. Not on its own, of course, but with the other 15 flags of the competing nations. In the East of the city, clearly they aren’t quite as relaxed about ‘foreign flegs’ – even wee tiny ones. These (right) are the windows of McLean’s bookmakers on the Woodstock Road,

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Falling headlong into the past

INSIDE today you’ll find a very interesting and informative supplement on the Cathedral Quarter. And in there is a piece about the Duke of York – mention of which brought memories flooding back. And not good ones. It was perhaps five years ago and either a work going-away do or a birthday do, it matters little which. Squinter broke two golden rules that day, which in retrospect might have explained why things went to badly wrong

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Writing on the wall for Co Tyrone Lenadoon paint unit

SAOR Uladh – or Soar Uladh as they were calling themselves on this wall in Lenadoon for a while – are inviting us to join our local unit. Squinter will come clean and say that he didn’t know Saor Uladh existed, much less that they had a unit in Lenadoon.

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Shedload of old memories

THE garden shed is not long for this world. The plastic windows have slipped from their weather-warped frames and the wind and the rain whip in through the unguarded six inches or so. Not that that’s the main means of ingress for the elements – the felt on the roof is slowly disintegrating and the boards underneath are gappy and sagging.

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