Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Cead Mile Faltie

Every word that was ever sung or spoken hangs in the sky above us until such times as someone decides to commit them to whatever fate the deem worthy. Luckily, and not unusually here in Belfast, the sky is falling and the words fall with it. Nothing inspirational or expressive but rather a simple and warm welcome, a cead mile faltie and an invitation to, in the days, weeks and months ahead, read the words fall on a wet west Belfast.

1 comment:

MrC said...

Welcome Yits. Never forget big red:)