I'm nearing the end of my time in Belfast and as sad as I'll be to leave this city, I'm also looking forward to getting back to Glasgae - where all the best shops are stocked with Diet Irn Bru and The Digger.
I've really enjoyed my time in Belfast: the people I've been working with have been really accommodating and kind; it's been great to be able to spend lots of time with my cousin here; the shopping has been fantastic and of course, there is rarely a dull moment in this city with regards to news.
Monday night I went to the opening 0f Chronicles of Long Kesh by Martin Lynch at St. Kevin's Hall, which was part of the Tenth Cathedral Quarters Art Festival. The play dramatised the history of the Long Kesh internment prison, which later began the Maze (infamously known as the H Block prison cells), and featured characters ranging from IRA members, republicans, loyalist paramilitary members and a prison guard. It was a good play; a bit cliched, perhaps, but then I suppose those cliches may have been based on fact as apparently Martin Lynch interviewed countless folks, from all sides, who either spent time in the prison or indeed, worked in it.
Yesterday I spent all day working up at Stormont, which was interesting. While waiting in line to pay for my egg salad sandwich, who should happen to be in front of me but Peter Robinson (I can report that he opted for the roast beef lunch that was on offer). Later in the day, Gerry Adams walked past me in the Great Hall and it took all my self-will to not be a tourist and ask for his photograph; I am here for work, after all, and not to get my picture taken with (in)famous politicians.