Squinter has been a regular feature of the Andersonstown News since the early 1970s. The diary column has been written by a number of people over the years and the present incumbent has been taking a sideways look at the week just gone – or indeed the one to come – for over 20 years now. The column has a wide remit, wandering from humorous items of local interest to local and national politics. See Squinter on Twitter for daily doses of the funny, the strange and the totally bonkers.
THERE’S a common but catastrophically mistaken perception among the general public that bias and discrimination in politics and the media are necessarily driven by what m’learned friends are pleased to call mens rea, or a guilty mind.
THE PSNI has come under a lot of pressure over its first Garvaghy security assessment – the one that allowed the Parades Commission to give Portadown District permission to walk. Briefly, that assessment was that any decision to allow Orangemen to walk the Garvaghy Road would lead to an outbreak of peace and love in north Armagh. So much so that local maternity hospitals were advised to prepare for an uptick in cross-community births next... July.
THE PSNI are getting awful stick over the advice they supplied that enabled the Parades Commission to give the Orange march down the Garvaghy Road the green light. But it’s very complex and nuanced, as people like to say these days, and this excerpt hopefully gives a more rounded view of the Trevors’ thoughts on getting the Orange down (or is it up?) the Garvaghy… It is the considered opinion of the PSNI that enabling 35 Orangemen to walk the Garvaghy Road would be a piece of cake, given the changed circumstances. Almost 30 years have passed since the last unrest on the road, which means that all of the local young people have no memory of how we battered residents – sorry, removed residents – from the road. So given that most of the military-age men – sorry, young people – didn’t see people getting their heads cracked with a baton or taking a plastic bullet in the kisser, our assessment is they will stay in the house bingeing on TikTok and Insta should we decide to escort the Brethren along the road. As for the older residents, it is our assessment that since they are overwhelmingly devout Roman Catholics they will be too busy with Catholicky things on Sunday to bother coming out and giving us grief. Given the overwhelmingly Protestant nature of our organisation, we’ve been unable to find a practising Catholic to supply us with insights into Romish Sunday habits, but it’s common knowledge that most of their day is spent either saying repeated decades of the Rosary or dusting statues of the Virgin Mary and pictures of the Sacred Heart. It is therefore the PSNI’s assessment that an Orange march down the Garvaghy Road is no longer a problem, given the passage of time and the passing of key individuals from the 90s (most of them killed by the UVF).
HI, boss. A column on that Ed Sheeran concert statement, as requested...
IN a nameless supermarket in a nameless city beginning with L ten miles south of Belfast, Squinter is ambling towards the bread section when he spots a Secret Service agent.
TO Inch Abbey just outside Downpatrick on Sunday for a visit to the ruins of the Cistercian settlement on the banks of the Quoile. It’s been some time since Squinter was last there – 15 years perhaps – and he had forgotten what a perfectly idyllic setting the monks chose for their life of prayer and service.
Statement from Loyal Ulster after last week’s High Court judgment on their Drumcree parade... WE recognise that the victory handed to us by the Lord Almighty at nearly the highest court in the land will have caused some concern among the residents of the Garvaghy Road.
SQUINTER got asked on the radio last week to talk about Ulster Resistance and the DUP. He had assumed – perhaps naively – that the basis of the conversation would be firmly in place before he put the headphones on. That uncontested basis being that Ulster Resistance was founded in November 1986 by the DUP at a star-studded event at the Ulster Hall, during which senior members of the party donned red berets and paraded alongside notorious paramilitaries and gunrunners carrying swagger sticks in a none-too-subtle attempt to frighten the Brits away from the Anglo-Irish Agreement.
SQUINTER’S queuing for a sandwich in a café at lunchtime on Monday when he notices something he hasn’t seen in a while.
SQUINTER’S acutely aware that there’s nothing quite so boring as an evangelised teetotaller wanging on about the booze. Which is why in just short of three years as a non-swally merchant this is the third time that he has broached the subject of his 50-year overdue Pioneer status.
DUTCH is a tough language to master. Not as tough as Portuguese, which Squinter’s been trying to get his head round without a great deal of success for some years now as a mark of respect to his Portuguese son-in-law and his Portuguese-Irish granddaughter.
JEFFREY Donaldson and Squinter are the same age, give or take. Our careers have developed side by side, although of course Squinter never hit the giddy heights in public life that the Kilkeel native hit.
SQUINTER’S still on the wagon, you may or may not be surprised to hear, which means that when the weather turns nice and it’s everybody out into the garden, it’s still a zero-alcohol beer instead of full-fat.
IRELAND’S the most antisemitic country in the world, isn’t it?
THE new chicken-and-egg conundrum for the Scarva generation: What came first, the balaclavas or the riot police?