Reminds me of a bar at the top end of the Falls Road in Belfast near Miltown Cemetery called The Rock. Provo to the end & mad as **** but I had a couple of 'canny' nights in there,
It's a very strange thing mate. I was brought up as a Methodist, Salvation Army supporting, Geordie, Sunderland fan .......... dunno how much choice I had in all that
Very little I'd guess. It's funny though, most kids are brainwashed by their parents when it comes to politics, religion & football. My dad just let us make our own minds up about things. Just as ****ing well as he was a mag, lol.
lucky ****er i was at long kesh and a mountain i cant remember the name of with IRIS ALL AROUND AND LIVE AMMO IF ANY **** CAME A KNOCKING
It's how it was back then in the 60's, we all did it, Sunday school the lot. We all have our hatred of the past and for servicemen in Belfast in the 70's/80's it must be a constant nightmare and more so that they seem to be the forgotten lads now. My hatred is against the suits with stripes that forgot the daily battle these lads had in NI. I will always remember you lads..
It's all mad mate ........ my ancient family were Border Reivers, the Scotts of Harden, and I still feel guided by them. Me & Mrs Smug were at the old family home last week and I felt more at home there than anywhere I've ever been. It's all crackers, like I have no control over my own destiny ........... please log in to view this image
you would be nee good in a sleeping bag with me marra, i always wake up with a stiffy and look for somewhere to park it.
Bloody hell - I suspect we must be distantly related. My distant family were also border reivers called Scott