Back to 1990 then for this little blog post. As you may know I am a Glentoran supporter. Due to the fact that I have lived in England for 5 years, I obviously don’t go to see them a lot anymore, but there were times in the early 1990s that I used to go almost…
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When I think back now – its kind of like, yes I’ve been to Anfield, I went there to watch Liverpool v. Tottenham Hotspur, and it was 12 years ago and now that I’ve done that I can tick it off without any real need to visit Anfield again. Anfield is the home of the…
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Big Brother!! The reality television show first hit the UK screens in the summer of the year 2000. That summer I was glued to my screens watching it as the drama unfolded. There was Tom, from Northern Ireland the local guy for me to support. There was the whole nasty Nick business, by a guy…
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“Where were you while we were getting high?” – Noel Gallagher. I mentioned the mega Oasis gig in Cork before on a post on my love for the band, however individually on this blog I plan to review and detail each major concert/gig I’ve attended, and so it begins in August 1996. Colin Walker and…
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This morning I got an Ulster Fry (that’s a proper fried breakfast to anyone outside of Northern Ireland/Ulster) for just 95pence, that’s right five pence less than £1. A SEVEN piece Ulster Fry for just 95 p, plus I got two free cups of Earl Grey tea with that. This included scrambled egg, beans, tomato,…
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I’m always intrigued by pubs and drinking locations that are just that wee bit different, hence why brand name pubs such as Yateses and Wankabout (really called Walkabout) actually annoy me – they clone custom made pubs, and lack character. Pubs with history, facts or just something a bit extra ordinary are much more up…
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While writing this post, it must be stressed that I do actually HATE rugby and do most things within my power to prevent me from watching it. However, as I enjoy experiencing lots of different things in life, I’m sure this will not be the last rugby post on here, and definitely not the last…
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Talk to me this time last year and I’d never have heard of Trieste, nor have any ambition to go there nor would I have thought I’d enjoy such a good time there, even if it was for the best part of 29 hours. How did I end up in Trieste anyhow? And where the…
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September 2004 came round, and AFC Bournemouth were playing some incredible football. We beat Sheffield Wednesday 1-0 at Hillsborough one Saturday in the league, then knocked Blackburn Rovers out of the Carling Cup the subsequent Wednesday night (a match which I went to and will recount at some stage), and then we had the task…
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I was walking past Fulham Broadway station in July 2006 trying to sort out my car parking permit, having just moved to London. Then my phone rang and it was John Johnson who was in Ibiza. John is one of my mates, I used to live with him for a while and I know him…
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