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The great British window bake-off

  HERE’S a picture of a cake shop in Old Swan, Liverpool, that Squinter took during his recent visit to the city. Squinter’s seen a few eyecatching cakes in his time, not least the marching season doozy on Facebook of an East Belfast kid’s birthday cake in the shape of a bonfire complete with tyres […]

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Falls cyclist is one in a pillion

  MID-afternoon Monday and the Falls Road is sweltering in the kind of weather we only seem to get when the schools start back. Squinter’s dandering countrywards past St Dominic’s, grateful he brought his sunglasses but sorry he left his hat in the house. A heat haze rises from the tarmac, throwing the heavy traffic […]

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Autumn comes and the legs go

  TO Drumglass Park off the Lisburn Road on Friday afternoon for a bit of a dander after a big lunch. It was very quiet, which seemed strange at the start of the final weekend before the schools went back. Squinter was strolling en famille along the winding path when the Big Guy challenged him […]

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Reginald Molehusband visits Glengormley

  AS Squinter’s oul’ lad might have said: ‘That’s not parked, that’s abandoned.” A mid-afternoon drive through sunny Glengormley reveals quite possibly the most hilarious piece of parking Squinter has ever encountered. This white BMW XWhatever, right, is hemming in two cars and restricting left turns from the side road on to the main Antrim […]

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The taste of Ulster’s past

  HERE’S a packet of Tayto vegetable roll flavour potato crisps. Note the presence of the word ‘flavour’ in there. They’re required to put that in there because there’s no actual vegetable roll in the crisps – just potatoes; they don’t smear the raw potatoes with minced pork and flecks of green stuff and deep-fry […]

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Praying to the lamppost Lord

  ‘Do not touch God’s word’ reads the bottom of this very odd sign nailed to a telegraph pole halfway between Saintfield and Ballynahinch. Squinter was on a 14-mile rambling loop between the two towns on Sunday and very pleasant it was too until around 4pm when the skies opened. Before long man and dog […]

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