The Cities (Poem I wrote about cities being too similar) *Contains Profanity*

Nothing is pretty anymore

for the cities have to settle some sort of score!

The atmosphere everywhere is nihilist and caustic

stuck in a dystopian vortex!

 

Every city has a Student population

which contributes heavily to Microsoft Corporation!

Non-differentiating, multinational multilingusists

where London is Irish

and Dublin’s English!

 

And young men express their resentment towards University Flankers

by saying, “Youse are all fucking Wankers!”

Cities engulfed in Government-run Drug Wars

where there’s no innocence anymore!

 

Manchester now has Tory conferences

no more terraced housing!

Just run down ghettos with high-rise flats

and a well-done-up City Centre arousing!

 

Liverpool’s no longer about the Tavern

just Culchie Blades from Ulster on Hen Nights!

And Blokes after Strippers

looking to watch the next Bellew fight!

 

But where’s Belfast in all of this?

Going down the same road?

Reckless Nouveau Riche like Mr Toad?

 

We have our problems

but we need to put things in perspective!

Hopefully there won’t be a driective

that would make our way of life ineffective!

 

Compared to one hundred miles away

we’re doing pretty well!

Hope and pray we keep our identity

to avoid a cultural Hell!

 

 

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Weekend in Glasgow, plus other things

The weekend just past I took a cross-ferry coach from Belfast to Glasgow to see the Paul Draper gig at King Tut’s Wah-Wah Hut. The night before I left I only had two and a bit hours sleep and had a long day afterwards. On the coach from Cairnryan to Glasgow – en route to Edinburgh – I was sick on the twisty cliff roads heading to Ayr. I went to the toilet to be sick and lost my balance. The coach driver was pissed off at me – wondering why ‘A Grown Man’ would leave such a mess – but at Ayr a woman getting off there let me have the rest of her water bottle so I could get a Co-Codamol in me. That – plus frantic prayer – got me to Glasgow without barfing again.

The main issue was eating too much on the ferry. I had a fish supper, plus a few other nibbles. But on the way home I only ate a light breakfast; granola with yoghurt and milk plus a cappuccino. Also, I bought two bottles of water for Co-Codamols and I didn’t barf yesterday at all.

On the way over at Saturday morning, I spoke to a guy from Lisburn who is heading to Ayr to star in a pantomime. We had a good conversation about how the British mock our Northern Ireland accent whenever we head there. Also, I was talking to a couple from Leicester on the ferry to Cairnryan on Saturday and they met Mark Selby – the World Snooker Champion from Leicester – and showed me a picture of him on their phone.

Also, there were quite a few from Quebec who went on the same coach from Belfast on Saturday as me, then on the ferry back to Belfast, I spoke to another couple from Quebec who rented a car from London and were driving across Britain and Ireland. Plus I got to see the last twenty-odd minutes of the All-Ireland Final. Heartbreak for Mayo; what’s new?

The gig itself went well but left early due to having a long day. But getting sleep on Saturday night really lifted my mood on Sunday morning.

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Hectic week

On Monday I was preparing to head on Tuesday morning to Dublin for a graphic design Meetup whenever I received an email for a cloud technology academy in Belfast inviting me to attend an introductory presentation on Wednesday evening and a job interview on Thursday morning. However I managed to attend all three as I then booked a night at the Hotel where the introductory session was held after coming back from Dublin. It was almost divine intervention that I went to Dublin and back from the Aircoach bus between Glengall Street and O’Connell Street.

My employment advisor came with me to the interview yesterday and said that I did really well given the circumstances. I was given a real time problem to solve. I solved it, but only through trial and error. They used an Excel function I didn’t know about. It’s all up to the Gods now.

Now today I have an appointment with my occupational therapist then plan to drive to Cullybackey to get a train to Portrush to relax on the beach; the Irish Open (Golf) is on this weekend, but I’m not interested. 🙂

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Update – Brief outline of my progress

Last Sunday – 25 June – was my birthday. I turned 38 and had a few lightbulb moments since I last posted.

On Saturday 17 June I was heading to Belfast to see a Rolling Stones Tribute Act at the Empire Music Hall, but I first wanted to make an evening of it. For that reason I first got the bus from Castledawson park-and-ride to Derry to take photographs around the Sperrins; couldn’t capture the scenery round the valleys due to the trees blocking my way from the bus window. Then I had a Spaghetti Bolognese and orange juice at an Italian restaurant in Foyle Street for £5.20; no way it would be that affordable in Belfast.

Then I just about got a substitute bus from the bus station to the train station, the taxi rank outside Foyle Street no longer exists 😦 , and the got a train to Botanic to take photographs around the North Coast. However I took photographs the other side of the train approaching Greysteel – village between Limavady and Derry where people were murdered in a bar during the Troubles by a UDA nutcase named Torrens Knight. However there were two teenage friends who sat that side and then moved towards another seat, which made me feel uncomfortable as I thought they were considering me a pervert. (I believe Perverts should hang) But, by God’s grace nothing happened as a result.

Once I got to the Empire Music Hall, I realised that the warm-up for drinks and social chat was two hours long. In the end I had to leave before the Tribute Act began as I drank too much Red Bull and began having palpitations. In the end I got a train from Botanic station, right beside the Empire Music Hall, to Great Victoria Street station and waited for an 11 pm bus to Derry and get back to Castledawson park-and-ride and drive home.

Last Thursday – 22 June – I went to a coding Meetup about issues I had regarding a tutorial on Selenium I discovered, only to find out that the code wouldn’t work in a month of Sundays. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was servicing too many people and that I should streamline my options for finding work. I simply chased money by reconsidering coding. Losing so much ground since 1999 proved to be too much in the end.

Also, I have had a cold since Saturday and am now taking Beecham’s to get rid of it. But I also heard that garlic and oranges together work. Must get some at Lidl later. 🙂

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Was at a poetry gig this lunchtime

I went to see Mike Garry headlining a poetry gig from 11:30 am to 1:15 pm at the Black Box in Belfast and got to immerse myself in eclectic poetry from him and the support acts.

 

I braved the elements this morning, exaggeration, to get the bus to Belfast from Castledawson park-and-ride; which should be my home address. 🙂 Then after I got back I got groceries at Lidl. Chop wood, carry water. 🙂

 

I found out about the Red Pill Studio and wonder how I can contact them without resorting to either Twitter or Facebook. Every time you log onto one of those two sites, God kills a Calf! Someone think of the Calves! 🙂

 

Arsenal won again, after eight minutes of injury time and getting a penalty at the end. Jaysus, talk about skating on thin ice.

 

One of the support acts was a quintessential Millennial originally from a Scumbag area of Dublin, but now a budding Actress living in London. (imagine Buffy with a Flat Dublin Accent) I mentioned seeing Mike support John Cooper Clarke at Dun Laoghaire last May and about the bus that goes from Tallaght to Dun Laoghaire. The number 75.

 

Just a little plug for Mike Garry; his EP ‘St. Anthony – a tribute to Anthony H. Wilson’ is available on iTunes.