The Silver Tankard

Not too long ago, I had the pleasure of spending the weekend in Belfast, courtesy of the NUJ who were holding their annual conference there.

Blimey, journalists can drink.

I spent most of the weekend in the loving arms of a blonde in a black dress. Nope, I wasn’t doing the dirty on wor lass; I’m talking about the pure onyx nectar of the Emerald Isle.

I spent one memorable afternoon getting lost around Belfast’s gridlike backstreets, and couldn’t help spotting sights that reminded me of good old Jesmond…

There’s no escape from the flippin’ place!