The Night I Didnt Sh@g Vicky Everitt in Belfast City, Northern Ireland

The Night I Didn’t Sh@g Vicky Everitt in Belfast City, Northern Ireland

“Come eat tomatoes with me, sing me something new” – Vicky Everitt (1997).  I took some of this story out of my upcoming book to share it on my blog today… Oh Vicky, I have no idea if you’ll remember me or not. But you left your mark on this nomadic Northern Irishman back in Read more about The Night I Didn’t Sh@g Vicky Everitt in Belfast City, Northern Ireland[…]

The Day I…Did An FM Radio Show Naked in Bournemouth, England

“Travel blogging killed a radio star” – lyric alteration from the Buggles. I’ve always loved radio. Background banter. Something you don’t need to watch while you listen to it. You can do other things and have the football, music or chat show on in the background. I love working on radio. During my teenage years I Read more about The Day I…Did An FM Radio Show Naked in Bournemouth, England[…]

“Everybody Has To Lose Sometime” – The Jack Beattie Campaign June 1998

Back in 1998 in those glory days when simply watching Northern Ireland playing football or getting pished down the Wins (Bangor) or the Monico (Belfast) I happenned to help with an election campaign. It wasn’t by chance and it wasn’t because I wanted to. It was just because I had just turned 18 and life Read more about “Everybody Has To Lose Sometime” – The Jack Beattie Campaign June 1998[…]

Studying Saturdays: Beavering Away, Life in Belvoir, Belfast, Northern Ireland

Back in 1997 when I first stumbled upon politics in a big way, I also started a course in Media Techniques and Competences at Belvoir Training Centre in the Belvoir Estate in Belfast, Northern Ireland. In many ways this first period of time away from the bland, middle class British-ness of Bangor was a wake Read more about Studying Saturdays: Beavering Away, Life in Belvoir, Belfast, Northern Ireland[…]