It must be the approaching centenary of the Anglo-Irish Treaty in three years’ time that made me think there might be lessons in that agreement for the current negotiations between London and Brussels.
Defending its negotiated approach to the Bloomfield Walkway and Cluan Place bonfires in east Belfast, the Department for Infrastructure told a judge it feared Drumcree-style violence across Northern Ireland if material was forcibly removed, as sought by Belfast City Council.
WELL Brexit is going well isn't it? The lack of preparation, the political differences within the Conservative Party, a weakened Prime Minister clinging to power with a reduced minority, all indications that Brexit was never going to be plain sailing.
While all the drama at Chequers and thereafter filled the news agenda with customs facilitation arrangements, common rule book, services, no one in Britain or the Republic cared, and hardly anyone here noticed, that your rights as an EU citizen have gone down the Swanee.
Gawd, I hate airports. I’m standing in a queue in wilted linen and hurty shoes in a sweltering departure lounge somewhere in Middle England, waiting for the last plane home and I’m ready to kill dead things.
If, twenty years ago—indeed maybe even much more recently than that—someone had merely suggested to me that it wouldn’t be all that long before a whopping majority of voters in the Republic would vote in favour of abortion I would have dismissed the idea out of hand.