This may sound stereotypical of a Belfast Boy but it is honestly this,

Sitting on my front door step in Elswick Street, West Belfast, with a toy black formula one racing car playing with it, in between watching a riot. My family moved there as we were gutter-people poor and it was the onlyu housing we could afford. Luckily the street is right in an interface area off the Springfield Road that splits Catholics & Protestants. Street looks completely different now, thwey tore down the old terrace housing & put up small semi-detached hovels. It's not even a sad memory, I liked it there.



Witness a slice of West Belfast the big fencing you see used to be a Jerusalem style separation wall. We're still separated but at least now it's not unsightly;

https://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=els...,258.23,,0,6.1


Great Times.