Wednesday, March 11
Over the last few days Northern Ireland has been reeling from the murders of two soldiers and a policeman at the hands of dissident IRA groups (the Real IRA and the Continuity IRA) the first since peace officially began after the Good Friday Agreement was signed. This marks a seemingly new and dark direction of Northern Irish history.
Silent protests have been organised and people across Northern Ireland are expected to attend a series of rallies to show their anger at the murders.
Silent protests are to be held in Belfast, Lisburn, Newry, Downpatrick and Derry, and a peace vigil will take place in Craigavon, close to the site where Constable Stephen Paul Carroll was shot dead on Monday.
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Tuesday, March 3
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Friday, January 12
Tribute to David Ervine
Today Northern Ireland buried David Ervine, a man who has made this place better for all of us and hopefully generations to come.
It was heart warming to see Gerry Adams attend his funeral, a gesture that demonstrates how far we (as a population) have come.
It is a shame that the significance of David Ervine's legacy is demonstrated so emphatically at a time we morn his passing, but it is a fitting tribute a man that has indisputably made Northern Ireland a better place for all of its inhabitants.
David Ervine, Rest In Peace.
Monday, November 13
Fun should not be a busted lung -
As busted lungs are not that much fun.
Aching chests are not all the best
As Blood pumped with booze may leave you depressed.
Although I'd be lying to say it's not fun
I've put pay to that monkey, now he's on the run.
Although it's unhealthy and bad for my bones
So often you'll find me on my on a booze laden throne.
So fill me up, there is room for one more
I'll know to go home when I'm sick on the floor.
When I cough up a lung, or start pissing blood
Like a pig in shite, not a stick in the mud.
So you may well find me, celebrating the day
Every night till the evening has again passed away.
And though I am human, or at least some may say
I'll smile more when the monkey is sent on his way...