and I, with uncle Pat, our dour best-loved uncle,not to visit some graveyard - one died of shingles,the first in mid-Ulster.and smashed his bicycle They held a pistol so hard against his foreheadOnce you’ve read Paul Muldoon’s poem, 'The Sightseers' or heard him recite it, it never leaves you.Several times a week for the past three years Arlene Foster has passed the Ballygawley roundabout, referred to in the Muldoon poem, travelling to and from Belfast from her home in Co Fermanagh.
Educated in Beckett’s alma mater, Portora in Enniskillen, he won a scholarship to Saint John’s College in Cambridge, studied law and graduated with First Class Honours.The obviously bright legal mind got diverted into politics. Last month - a reality of the brutal politics trade - he endured the public humiliation of the loss of his North Belfast Westminster seat to Sinn Féin.
When she needed active, vocal and influential backers, particularly from the DUP’s then 10 members at Westminster, they were not around. Staff who had endured the humiliation of seeing their place of work turned into a wedding venue available for hire had their smiles back. One of the phoenix-like developments from the ashes and helplessness of the past three years is the re-birth of the SDLP.
The partnership that came over the hill, miracle like, the decisive force in the return of power-sharing to Northern Ireland, is the Julian Smith/Simon Coveney relationship.They are kindred spirits.
Looks can be deceiving Tommie the deal was done not in the interests of the health or education or any other issue that impacts negatively on people's lives, but purely on the interests of political self preservation The only thing I can think of that they deserve is contempt