Category Archives: Tales of a Belfast girlhood

Finding the Love in Clover

My grandmother, although naturally curious, was a stranger to Google. Age and infirmity kept her away from the keyboard, and meant she left this life with unanswered questions about red clover. My Gran liked red clover and I thought of her when I noticed … Continue reading

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Everyday Evacuations, Inside Ulster

In Belfast, the worst of the bombing and burning was over by the time I tipped into the BBC newsroom in 1984. On bad days, I was never the news editor’s first choice for the really tough stories, even though … Continue reading

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The keys to number 42

The Campbells have moved in to number 42. They are a young married couple as my parents were when they bought the brand new bungalow in 1957. My dad was its one careful owner until he died in October. We … Continue reading

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Painted Ladies

The Cackler is going nude this Christmas whereas I plan to be sensuous, albeit fully clothed. I refer of course to two perfumes in the Estee Lauder range. She’s Nude in Yorkshire and I’m Sensuous in Itchy Ankle. On both … Continue reading

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Words for my father

This blog has lost its most steadfast reader. My father W.M. Barron, who died on Tuesday October 18, 2011, was not always a fan of everything featured here, but to his credit he never tried to censor the Blarney Crone … Continue reading

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Further to my post about the English and their inability to pull off a really good riot, a fellow NIPPLE (Northern Irish Professional Person Living in Exile) contacted me to report on events in Chalk Farm, North London ” Looters … Continue reading

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Spud Hughes calls to let me know that he has fled the mean streets of London for the safety and tranquility of downtown Belfast. My how times have changed. In Belfast of course, they are rather scornful of the English ability … Continue reading

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Malone: more a mindset than a pin on the map

P. Weil (pronounced Vile) objects to being referred to this way because he thinks it makes him sound like a bit-part player, when he aspires to be a leading man. He begs for a new blog name that will make … Continue reading

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California Gurl

 A week in a damp anorak in a rented caravan on a bleak Atlantic outpost. This was a childhood vacation in Northern Ireland back in the 1960s and is a model I recommend to all parents today. Particularly those parents … Continue reading

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Dancing Sheet to Sheet

I was discussing my plan for ongoing exerise post fat-camp with one of the behavioral health specialists at Duke Diet and Fitness Center when it transpired that she didn’t know about dancing in bed. I filled her in so with … Continue reading

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