Familiar sights in Norn Iron
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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!
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