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Ice cream’s the hot topic

MEANWHILE, in the searing heat of Tuesday, Squinter decided an ice cream was in order as the mercury crept towards 30 degrees. And so in a Spar in Lisburn (again, don’t ask) he extricated this little fella from the chill box. Now it’s a very, very long time since Squinter had a Cornetto. Veda and […]

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The truth, the hole truth and nothing but the, ah, truth

HAVE a look at this thing here on the right. Squinter bought it in Tesco Newtownbreda last week on his way home from Downpatrick (as ever, don’t ask). A long day it had been and Squinter got it into his head that when he got home he’d like nothing better than a bit of mature […]

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Sign of the rural times

  A LOVELY and lengthy Sunday afternoon stroll through rural County Armagh on Sunday. 16 miles according to the health app on Squinter’s mobile phone, which is good going but by no means a record. Here’s a telegraph pole on the Loughgall Road between Armagh and, ah, Loughgall. And there’s a barbed-wire-protected sign written in […]

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Oh, for just the tiniest bit of piece and quiet

  HERE’S Squinter’s lunch, above, in a picture taken on his mobile phone on Monday. At lunchtime, funnily enough. What the hell is Squinter doing taking pictures of his piece?, Squinter hears you cry. And you’d be right to be curious and scathing in equal measure. But houl’ yer hand on the shafts, as Squinter’s […]

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Jeepers!

SQUINTER thought at first glance this is a Range Rover Evoque, the fancy 4X4 so beloved of second-tier football players, small company directors and mid-level drug-dealers. But he was wrong. In fact, it probably won’t be long before you see one of these at a Camp Twaddell near you. This is the new generation of […]

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Squinter: the autumn leaves are falling like flags

SO ANYWAY, there’s Squinter dandering along the Ormeau Road on Monday night, the dog at his side, looking up at him with that please-don’t-tie-me-to-a-lamppost-outside-the- bookies-again expression that dogs do so well (what do you mean, yours doesn’t)? As he approaches the corner of Deramore Avenue there are four herberts gathered behind a small wall underneath […]

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