TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 10.08.23 Yesterday we rose at dawn and arrived in Belfast at half 2. From there we drove west, stopping in Enniskillen where we sat in the carpark of McDonald's, scarfing burgers and fries while an African man yelled into his mobile in the neighbouring car: "You have betrayed the family! I will never speak to you again!" Just back in town we queued for half an hour for the wake of a local man who had been ill with Alzheimer's for a long time. After washing our faces, we watched the Ireland-Scotland rugby match with in-laws. By bedtime the shock of the familiar, with all its sometimes overwhelming urgency, had worn off, although I was very worried about the dog. |