It’s the Giro I’tells ya!

I don’t get it. I’m generally one of life’s cynics. A bitter and miserable sod, too ensconced in my own world to really give 2 shits about something like an organised bike ride, and I’m a bit overweight too. I’d like to point that out. This may also influence my indifference to an event like the giro d’italia….You never see fat people lining the slopes of the alps as wiggins et al. come zooming past on their unfathomably 2D bicycles… But I really don’t get it. How much public money has been spent to get the worlds leading cyclists onto our already congested roads for a couple of days? Sorry…I mis-spoke there, because it isn’t the worlds leading cyclists… I am in fact, an armchair enthusiast of most sports. Cycling, admittedly isn’t one of them….but I can name some cyclists… Mark Cavendish. He seems to be fairly good on a pushbike. Recognise the name? Well you won’t be seeing him on the newtownards road. Bradley Wiggins. He of the great hair & sense of humour. You definitely will know his name! Well, you won’t be hearing his name at the titanic quarter…unless it’s from a disappointed young cycling fan (are there such things?) saying “awww, no Bradley Wiggins?? I wanna go home” before bursting into tears (for I imagine that if there are young cycling fans, they are all subject to irrational emotional outbursts….and they all prefer the name Starburst over Opal Fruits. Bloody pagans. Chris Froome. He of the no hair & no personality. He who so outrageously chose to win lasts years traipse sur la France over...

Can easter rise? #BlameNelson

Can Easter Rise?   Year on year, members of the hospitality trade & the tourism industry shout loudly from atop their metaphorical pulpits about the antiquated licensing laws over the easter long weekend. Year on year, by the time the discarded egg wrappers have been taken away by the binmen, the issue has been forgotten about until next year. It is the proverbial Christmas Tree of these industries, we leave it in the attic, neglected & abandoned until next year. If we want change (and I think the general consensus amongst any rational-minded person is that we do…) then it can’t be a fortnightly rant; it must be sustained, it must be persistent & it must be high profile. Over the long weekend, I ran an amateur armchair campaign using the hashtag #blamenelson. You might have noticed it, you might not…although given the sheer volume of tweets I was sending, and how voraciously it was Favourited, Retweeted, Replied to & Quoted, if you didn’t see it…you were probably away on holiday enjoying a nice refreshing beer on a warm Friday afternoon in a beachfront bar. A luxury which you cannot indulge in on our shores(not just because we rarely have warmth & beachfront bars are as scarce as a liberal DUP member). Running this campaign was an attempt to see what the appetite for the issue was across northern irish society; and not just within my industry. I learned a great deal through this, including that there genuinely does seem to be not just insatiable public appetite for reform, but also a significant number of elected representatives agreed with...