Don Morris sent me this song he wrote about walking in the Black Mountain in his younger years. He is keen to hear feedback so if you like the song do leave a comment.
On the few occasions that the sun shines in Belfast, people throng to their nearest park. Here we look at some photos of how our parks looked a century ago. Notice there is not a naked sunburned beer belly or bottle of Budweiser in sight
Remembering a local lad who Competed at the 1936 Games…
Nowadays you very rarely see children playing in the streets. A combination of television, more cars and parental paranoia over ‘stranger danger’ has transformed play into a solitary activity for many children. In this article T. Leinad remembers the days when the streets rang out to the sound of skipping rhymes and children’s laughter.
Back in the day it was common for pubs to bottle their own Guinness. Here Brendan McDade, and ex barman, talks about the bottling process.