The Martlet
By sean mcnulty
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The Portrush Flyer
I got to know Oran Berrills five years back during my first working year at the Examiner. When going up Forgall Terrace one day, I saw something drop...
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Filthy Old Machines
How was I to resist this woman that had controlled my every waking thought for nigh on twenty years? The ability to hold my tongue went on the blink...
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by misadventure
I guessed perhaps Lavery was shagging Ida Roche on the sly. Lucy agreed with me. We often gossiped about it. Swapped stories about hearing them going...
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Anyone At All
From ‘ The Scouring Tout’ column, The Martlet, March 28 Walking backwards should be uncomfortable and disorienting, and in this case, it was,...
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The Left-Handed Son
DEATH NOTICE, The Martlet, October 2 We record, with sincere regret, the deaths of Mr Peter Berrills, the respected auctioneer, and his wife Mrs...
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A Savage Poindexter
Saturday morning I went for my usual walk up to the old fort, along the back of the wall and past the cemetery, and then down the hill which has that...
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INSECT!
This was our first sign of the year in descent. I normally didn’t keep up with the date. It was in my head though because of the Berrills. The other...
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A Long Woman
Is that the Long Woman, Mam? I heard a wee boy say to his mother, referring to an old legend we could all at the very least half-remember. The Long...
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The Politician's Daughter
Ernest Gilgan began to eye up the life of an author when a film was released based on a book (in the romance genre) written by the daughter of a...
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I Said Probably Now
Stilt detection, I scoffed, after skimming the page for myself. They never had that issue with you two. Aren’t you a laugh a minute, said Oran. I was...
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The Memory Lane Business
Had I not been so consumed by the need to work all my life I might have built a sentimental framework for myself. I was human, according to the Civil...
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Lay Down On Your Brain
There was no Noel anymore. But there was Noel’s grandson. He had the smile of a good man, but from the side you might catch something guarded in his...
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Hard Features
In a move to persuade the assailed siblings back to their home, I offered to help them with clearing their scraps off the street, reminding them that...
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To Go Completely Under
A Sudden Lavender ’s publication made headlines countrywide, and even garnered moderate attention far beyond our waters, with a rave review appearing...
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Montescu
In the following weeks, the Berrills got their place in a liveable state again, with some help from myself, and from Risteárd. Through good fortune,...
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Ignis Reliquiae
Kitsch, my hole, added Phyllis. It might be worth a bit now, and I know the father was fond of it, but seriously I’d trade that piece of shit for...
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That's Dream Pop
The style of music we Irish seem perfectly attuned to is not the sombre ballad, or those racing jigs of our traditions, nor is it the country croon...
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Microphones
It used to be that I’d only visit Isolde Terrace for a film on a Friday evening. But I’d started going round on Mondays too, and on Wednesdays and...
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Fussbuckets
Rain came on as I walked. Naturally. If only I’d had that emergency umbrella I purchased the other day, the one now sitting in my hallway unused,...
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Wellesian
‘You didn’t happen to accuse that woman inside of having incest with her brother?’ ‘Now, that’s going a bit far. I simply alluded to a hypothetical...
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