If there’s a more unedifying sight on the planet than a man of a certain age out and about in the sunshine in his bare belly then Squinter has yet to see it. Young males routinely take their shirts off when the sun comes out, not sure why – probably something hormonal. Certainly, Squinter never missed an opportunity to divest himself of his panda-collar shirt in the 70s and 80s.
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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.
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.
Taking the needle
THERE’S that drip again. It’s like a malfunctioning tap only the drops aren’t falling into a cold, hard sink – they’re falling into Squinter’s head. Again. Perhaps he should explain. For more years than he cares to remember, Squinter has been plagued with sinusitis, which we won’t go into too deeply here, except to say it is the blockage of a series of passages inside the head and surrounding the nose.
Sounding off about a fine state of affairs
JUST 14 fixed penalties were issued by Belfast City Council in the past year, even though they received over 6,000 complaints. Most people reading this would be able to identify 14 people within a hundred yards of their home deserving of a City Hall fine.
Still holding out for a hero
YOU all know Diamond Dan, don’t you? He’s the child-friendly face of the Orange Order who appeared out of nowhere a few years back to herald the birth of Orangefest – a vision of the Twelfth without the tattoos and
