If you only read one book this year about getting a kicking outside a disco or getting your schoolbag shot to pieces by the army, make it this one. Some things just don't age.
I had a blast during the Troubles in Belfast.
You probably think that life in Belfast during the Troubles for kids was terrible but I can tell you that me and my mates had a laugh. It wasn't all fun of course; people got killed, others got damaged, and then there's the mental damage we all probably got, but what can you do?
Try to have a laugh, that's what.
Why are the RUC bastards? Because they are you see. That's the joke we had as kids.
We had pointy headed bastards (Protestants) and soap dodging bastards (Catholics).
The bonfire chant was a Build a Bony, build a Bony, put the Popey on the top, put the Fenians in the middle and burn the fuckin' lot and some of our friends who lived in West Belfast had never heard that until we sang it at a party.
Read the book. All of these things really happened; kickings, beatings up, disappearances, thuggery, goat fartery, drinking and dancing and there's more to come; this is just the start; book 1. Thanks for reading.
