Category Archives: My Life

My Proud Loyalist Heart

The definition of loyalist is :

a. A supporter of union between Great Britain and Northern Ireland

b. A person who remains loyal to the established ruler or government, especially in the face of a revolt.


Growing up in and around the Shankill during the worst years of the Troubles  it is hardly surprising to learn that  I hated Republicans and all they stood for. But that doesn’t mean I hated Catholic’s or Irish people and would  wish  any harm on them – I don’t and I didn’t.

It means I have a different point of view and democracy is all about freedom of choice and my choice is to maintain the Union with the UK and embrace and celebrate my loyalist culture and traditions. It also means I have the right to take pride in the union with the rest of the UK and I wear my nationality like a badge of honor for all the world to  see.

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The other woman in my life


I’m helping ( just a little ) an American student write a thesis on Conflict and Compromise for an annual competition , National History Day and he has chosen to write about the Troubles and the  Northern Ireland Conflict and asked me for some input.

Which I’m happy to do so – but as a Proud protestant from the Shankill Road I’m always a little suspicious when people , especially Americans & Irish  folk ask me about the Troubles  & what my views on  the the various paramilitary groups  are.

Often they seem to think that I am guilty via association and make gross generalizations about my people and local community and I have also experienced  much prejudice both in mainland UK and abroad directed at my culture and protestant heritage. Ignorance reigns supreme and I have been astounded by the sheer stupidity & lack of understanding most folk have regarding the complex events that lead to 30 years of sectarian madness on the streets of Belfast & throughout Northern Ireland and the slaughter of 1000’s of innocent people from both communities.

I have learnt from personal experience that many  ” Irish Americans ” and other  deluded folk have a romantic view of Republican terrorists and  to put it frankly this really pisses me off. However I’ll save that rant for another post.

Once when I was in New York  visiting an American  friend I was invited to a family gathering and a group of about thirty of us went out for a meal. It was a pleasant enough evening until the talk turned to Northern Ireland and the “war” against  British oppression being waged by the “boys” in other words the IRA.

Now a few of the folk were second  & third  generation American Irish and boy did they get a bee in their bonnets  and I was left in no doubt were their loyalties lay.

Then to my utter amazement some fool called Sean starting saying it was all the fault of the PRODS (protestants )and they were solely responsible for the “war” and should all fuck of back to Scotland & mainland England and leave Ireland to the Irish.  I was fecking furious and had a face of thunder.

Apart from my friend none of those gathered knew I was protestant and I could see my friend dying a death at the other end of the table , obviously mortified. I excused myself and  went to the toilet , stopping at the bar for a quick drink to calm myself down. When I got back to the table….total silence and I assumed my friend had informed them of my protestant background.

The rest of the evening was awkward to say the lest and I ignored the sectarian bigot and other fools who had insulted my culture.

At the end of the evening the biggest fool Sean came up and tried to apologize and offered me his hand in friendship. I leaned over and informed him I thought he was a fecking dickhead and he should be ashamed of himself.He looked a bit startled and made his way out of the restaurant and I’m glad to say it was the last and thankfully only time I came across this bigoted bastard.



Questions about growing up in Loyalist west Belfast

Here are the questions I have been asked to address and please feel free to supply some feedback or your own views in the space at the bottom of the page.

  1. How did the IRA affect your life in Northern Ireland?
  2. How did the UDA (and other Protestant organizations) affect your life in Northern Ireland?
  3. What religion were you raised under?
  4. Did you receive discrimination due to your religion?
  5. Did you and your family feel that you had a better Quality of Life than Catholic families?
  6. Were you ever a victim of violence by the IRA?
  7. Do you believe that the Northern Ireland Conflict was either side’s (Unionists or Nationalists) fault?
  8. Do you believe that there is still a divide between Unionists or Nationalists in Northern Ireland today?
  9. After reports and evidence came out, do you have a position on Bloody Sunday?



Being a Dad is stressful…..

My Baby Autumn 

I’m finding being a father of a teenage daughter who’s just turned eighteen  a little stressful.  She went out with friends for a drink last night (only 2nd time ever) & I couldn’t relax or settle until she was home & safe in her bed.


I know I need to give her freedom and let her explore the world around her, but no matter how old she is she’ll always be my baby girl & I’ll always want to protect her from the evils of this world. Plus she’s a pretty girl and too many teenage boys are sniffing around her. Grrrrr

I suppose it’s a cross all loving father have to bare and I need to man up and let her go.


Royston J Noblett – April 1939 – July 2017

Royston J Noblett

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Heartbroken at the death of my beloved father in law Roy , who passed away after a long and cruel soul destroying  illness. Your free of pain and suffering now  and its time to Fly among the heavens and find answers to questions no mortal man can ever know.

Rest easy Roy until we meet again.



Eurovision Song Contest 2017

Eurovision 2017


Right then , the wife is in the kitchen cooking  a beautiful authentic chicken curry (wish you could smell it!) and the kids are busy or otherwise engaged. So I have challenged myself to watch the WHOLE of Eurovision  2017.

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I know what your thinking ,  Gez – get a life , sad git – but I’ve been busy all week and am now going to chill on the sofa , cold beer in hand and watch the show.

Plus the show reminds me of a younger age when life was less cluttered , more complete and I could enjoy the simple things in life and have no worries – nobody said life would be easy.


Wish me luck!



Masterchef 2017 – A Dirty Doner Kebab & Cold Beer

Masterchef Final



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Is it wrong that I sat transfixed on the edge of my seat ( Steve messed up ) watching  the final of Masterchef 2017  –  whilst eating a dirty (Large) doner kebab & drinking a cold beer?

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The funny thing is until about 2 – 3 weeks ago I avoided kebabs of any description and even the smell of them made me feel like gagging. I don’t recall where or when this dislike of the humble kebab originated , but as a youth after a hard nights/weekend drinking the best and only thing to fill a hungry was a kebab – at least in the circles I moved in.

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Somewhere on my journey through life I give-up on kebab’s and haven’t had one in about 10 – 15 years. Anyways A few weeks ago I got a random , mad craving for a kebab and had to have one and it was the best tasting , mouth watering takeaway meal I have ever eaten. It was that good that I ordered the same for the past few weeks in a row. Saves cooking & washing up – I assure the wife!

When I first moved to London at 18 , me and my mates would often party all night long (sometimes for days on end) and when hungry finally called us we use to go to this Kebab shop in Piccadilly.

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The old guy there used proper bits of lamb meat on the skew and these were the best kebabs I have ever eaten until this day. I’m going back 25 years here – long before kebabs where a takeaway favourite and pizza were king.

Anyways I’m waffling now , but I really enjoyed that kebab ( stop talking about kebabs) and am going to bed because my heads starting to spin – How did that happen?

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It was a cracking final tonight and I knew one of the ladies would win – either Saliha  or Giovanna – poor Steve had a terrible day at the office – after so many good rounds. But such is life

Well Done Saliha – You earned it

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Saliha Mahmood- Ahmed

Guess Where I’m going ? And I got a banging hang-over Grrrrrrrr



Well Son’s week long Birthday celebrations comes to a close today with a visit to the local Park and the visiting Circus.


I did a quick check online and came across this short clip of “A” Canadian Circus & if these are the right guys it might just be fun –

– providing I can shake off this niggling little hang-over that is following me around this morning. Grrrrrrr –



I Can’t Sleep……..




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Sleep sleep sleep , oh what I would give for a good night’s sleep.

It’s almost four thirty in the morning and I am sat here wide awake and not the slightest bit tired. Although I am extremely tired of my shit life and the total lack of substance and satisfaction I am enjoying at the mo.

So I thought I would say hello and mess about on my computer for a while and seeing that the wife’s bingo was running in the background I thought I would play some games and as luck would have it I’ve just won £65.00 quid, although as its in her account I’ll not be seeing any of it and no doubt won’t even get a thank you.

Well she is pissed off – I’ve kept her awake most of the night.

I know what you’re thinking bingo? But I hate horse racing and anyways I couldn’t pick a winner if it was a one horse race.

I kid you not, but last Grand National (and the five before that) I placed about 10 bets on ten different horses, all each way and you know what? I didn’t win a penny, zilch!

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I must be the only Irish man on the planet who doesn’t have a natural affinity with horses and an in depth knowledge of the in’s and out’s of each and every horse that was ever born and run a race and I’m not on  first named terms with the local bookie, who considers all Irish men as his best friends – until the money runs dry.


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My sleeps been all over the place for the past few weeks now and it’s getting me down. I stopped smoking on the 1st Jan (after thirty years of between 30 – 40 a day) and I’m using those Nicorette inhalators and apparently they can affect your sleep pattern and also giving up smoking can also play havoc with your natural equilibrium – according to the INTERNET!

But also I have many things going on at the minute that are stressing me out and to be honest my heads all over the place and I think I may be suffering from mild depression , brought on by a multitude of things that only I can change and/or deal with , but I just can’t seem to get to grip with it and burying my head in the sands has unsurprisingly achieved nothing thus far.

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I know I need to face my shit head on and nothings gonna change until I man up and sort my life out once and for all. You may be wondering what the hell is going on with him? What’s so bad? And to be honest my tiny problems are so insignificant when I look around me and see what others are going through and the terrible suffering around the world and yet in my world the little things seem to be almost paralysing my ability to function properly and move forward…….

Ok, this train of thought is not making me feel any better , so I’m gonna try and sneak into bed ( without waking the wife) and get some sleep. Next time I write I’ll maybe go into more details about what’s making me so blue and I’m sorry for being so miserable and down , but I’m having an off day and we have those from time to time.

I promise tomorrow I’ll pick myself up .

Because as the saying goes “ Tomorrow is another day”

Nite nite

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