Hitting heads
Aug 23rd, 2010 | By Ian Poulton | Category: IrelandPassing the estate for the first time in a while, it seemed quiet. Back in the ‘90s it had a name for rowdy behaviour and violent incidents, though sometimes I wondered if the reputation was deserved. Doing a hospital chaplain’s round for a colleague who was away on holiday, I once met a man from the estate. He sat in a chair beside a bed, his head heavily bandaged. “How are you?”
“Not good”.
“You’re living down in the estate – is it quiet there these days?”
“Quiet! Quiet! How…