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Fabien McquillanThe Irish News |
Eric, our mutt, hates Halloween. The fireworks have him demented: his face, normally so dull, is now erupting with sad and frightened expressions, the...
Having to go to a child’s party and hang around a stranger’s house for half a day small-talking is right up there. It’s tricky enough spending a...
In Tyrone, when something goes wrong, they call it a hanlin’, as in a ‘handling’, or a dramatic episode. You could be embroiled in a bit of a...
I found myself alone in Dublin last weekend drinking a pricey coffee. Sitting outside on a crisp bright morning, I watched the world and his wife go...
Fionnuala, my wife, loves reading. I sometimes think she’s pretending because she reads so quickly, but every now and then she will leave a book at...
I’m a blow-in to Tyrone, and always will be, but a new blow-in has appeared and I have climbed the ladder an inch. He’s a bit of a hot-shot,...
There’s a blue bin stand-off at the refuse department. I don’t know why, but they have reduced their service and I end up running to the dump...
There is a couple here who are holier than thou, attending more Masses than a politician at election time. Their nicknames are Adam and Eve. I don’t...
We haven’t seen much of Genghis this last while as he has been courting an American woman who is besotted with him. I certainly don’t miss him but...
I‘ve been spending a fair amount of time on the M1 recently, running up and down to my lonely mother on the Antrim Road, which makes me feel lonely...
I really love libraries, and our local one is absolutely fine. I often go in and flick through books I would never buy, or read papers I would never...
Mrs Davison, Genghis’s neighbour, who had become an acquaintance of mine, had messaged to say she needed my help. “Just say yes.” Fionnuala was...
Fionnuala announced that we were booked in for a family portrait and that we were to wear the same outfits, which I immediately railed against. “Are...
“Can you do Genghis a favour?” Fionnuala and I were in the swimming pool balcony while the children were at a lesson. The muffled, echoey...
Imogen and Fiadh, aged seven and five respectively, woke me up on Father’s Day with a cup of coffee and a card. They then snuggled into the bed and...
I had auditioned a while ago for the Bluepond Players’ production of Philadelphia Here I Come!, but only heard last week that I had got the small...
We have a GAA club in the village and everyone seems to be involved. Young, old and in-between, the pitch is a hive of activity in the summer, with...
Fionnuala was at a Mass for the school that I had wriggled out of and I was gorging on daytime TV. Whilst no more superior to any-other-time TV,...
I had to go to Ballymena last week to pick up some tiles (Fionnuala wanted to improve the splashback situation at the hob) and decided to treat myself...
There is a locally owned small supermarket in the town that Fionnuala likes to frequent – as much for the sumptuous salad section as the principle...
We got our dog (Eric) because Imogen, our eldest, cried and cried about how she would forgo every Christmas and birthday present for the next 20 years...
The lighter evenings have brought brighter aspirations and thus the racer was turned upside down on the grass, cleaned, oiled and readied for its...
I had to go drinking at Molly’s with the male members of my wife’s family last Saturday night. Her cousin Shane was getting married, and this was...
I had mentioned last time that I had to read at Mass. It all went well and Fr Austin – I couldn’t bring myself to call him ‘Frosty’ to his...
I hadn’t meant to skip past St Patrick’s Day but I suppose I had to let a week or two pass before I could fully absorb all that happened....
Little Dermot was crying about the water not being warm in the bath and I had regretted not throwing him into the second-hand slops of Fiadh. “It...
Tyrone is springing awake again and all those shoots of new life have motivated my wife to find Genghis a woman. “Who in their right mind would want...
I haven’t been sleeping well these past few nights, tossing and turning, with lurid dreams jolting me awake. Voices from the past shouting my name...
Growing up in Belfast during the Troubles was not something I ever thought deeply about but as I get older (and wiser), I reckon it may explain my...
I was sitting in our little village café with the children when a familiar face peeked in the window and waved. It was Father Austin, our PP, and he...
I have quite thin hair – not thinning just yet, but what you might call lank – and as a rule I always use a hair stylist. Tyrone women are great...
Imogen was pestering me the other day for her homework, asking for a memory of flowers. I simply couldn’t think of anything. Then I remembered the...
I have to say I am pretty au fait with the clothes horse (more and more I wonder was my past life just a dream) and because of the temperamental...
In the countryside the winter is long and desolate, tamed only by a few days of joyous sunsets and crisp-white fields. Mostly though, the farm...
HEN I was growing in up in Belfast there was very little talk of Tyrone. There was very little talk of anywhere – Belfast was, and is, like all big...
The people down here – no spoilers – are crazy about cars. The modern-day horse I suppose. And they love their number plates: SAM 03 TYR, OIL 444,...
I awoke on New Year’s Eve and wondered for a few moments why I was in a terrible mood. Then I recalled that we were going to Genghis’s that night...
EVERYONE in Tyrone loves cars.
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