Enjoy (what’s left of) Burns night:
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the pudding-race!
Aboon them a’ yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’a grace
As lang’s my arm.
You could do worse than see it out listening to Late Junction, from Glasgow.
It’s not often we get free things to give away to our readers, but courtesy of Palgrave Macmillan we have a nice paperback copy of Brian M Walker’s excellent history of partition of the island and how identities shifted in both the north east and the south and west: as most of the territory that [...] read our review »
Interesting BBC article on an upcoming presentation and talk [Roe Valley Arts and Cultural Centre, 17 August] by lecturer and broadcaster Stephen Price on the subject of his new book – The Earl Bishop. The 18th Century ”Earl Bishop” was Frederick Augustus Hervey, fourth Earl of Bristol and Church of Ireland Bishop of Derry. Hervey was also elected [...] read our review »
Appropriately on Burns’ Night Kevin Kelbie scored our hat-trick in Ballymena’s demolition of Larne. So I had a fine Burns’ Night. Beat eating sheep brains and wearing a skirt any day.
These lines always remind me of that part of Ireland I left 30 years ago,for not much has changed sadly.
“O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us.”
Robert Burns, Poem “To a Louse” – verse 8
Scottish national poet (1759 – 1796)