A lot of you from outside Ireland are probably hearing about the Garvaghy Road and wondering what all the fuss is about.
1998 -
After the parade was banned from marching on the Garvaghy Rd, ten Catholic churches were set on fire across Ulster in one night.
In the following days, loyalists attacked Catholic homes, schools and businesses. Multiple houses were petrol-bombed, resulting in the murder of 3 young boys, the Quinn brothers. Their home was targeted because their mother was Catholic.
She mother woke to the sound of her children screaming in fear and the house full of smoke. Sadly the boys, Jason, Mark and Richard, did not make it out.
Garfield Gilmour was sentenced to life in prison after he admitted to driving three members of a UVF unit to the house, but later that was reduced to manslaughter.
Johnny McKay and brothers Raymond and Ivan Parke were named by Gilmour as the killers, but were never charged because of a lack of evidence.
In the days following the murders, loyalist bands defied orders not to play music while marching passed the home of the Quinn boys grandmother.
Tonight, a court overturned an earlier ruling banning the parade from marching on the Garvaghy Road, crowds have gathered and confrontation now seems inevitable with that march set to go ahead early Sunday morning.
The courts allowing this march to go ahead is absolute madness!
Its ridiculous.
(The seventies were better than this) .now Coupled with Digital cameras to catch you breaking all their stupid new laws and getting fined to fuck !
The UK has gone mad.
A pint is £6.50
A coffee is £4
Takeaway for one is £25
Petrol is £1.73 a litre. Diesel is £1.97
An hour with a driving instructor is £50
A short taxi is £20
A week’s shop for one is £80
A cheap hotel night is £110
Rent is £1,459 a month as national average.
And this is my personal favourite.
£172 a month for my two kids to get the bus to and from school just fifteen minutes away.
Nothing fancy.
Just the prices.
You work.
They take.
On paper, I’m in my 50’s & it’s really confusing…
In my head, I’m 35.
At a concert, I’m 25
After 10pm, I’m 72.
Getting up off the floor, I’m 93.
When someone makes me mad, I’m 2
BUT-
When an 80’s song comes on,
I’m 17, drunk in a field, & my mom thinks I’m at a sleepover
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STAN LAUREL & OLIVER HARDY - THE LAST GOODBYE
Oliver Hardy was heavy, sick, and had suffered a stroke in 1956.
He couldn't speak well anymore.
Stan Laurel, his comedy partner of 30 years, came to see him every single day.
Doctors said Oliver would not recover.
Stan would bring his old bowler hats. He would try to make his friend laugh.
He would do their little routines at his bedside, even though Oliver could barely respond.
One day, a nurse found Stan acting out their famous dance, alone, next to Hardy's bed. Hardy, who hadn't smiled in weeks, gave a tiny smile.
On August 7, 1957, Oliver Hardy died.
Stan was devastated. He refused to ever perform again.
He said, "I can't do it. There is no Hardy. I would miss Babe too much."
For the next 8 years until his own death, Stan would write sketches for Hardy that he knew would never be filmed.
He kept them in a drawer.
He would answer every fan letter that mentioned Oliver personally.
Because for Stan, Laurel and Hardy was never an act.