Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window
‘[W]hen the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains.’ — Robinson Jeffers
Shine, Perishing Republic!
SATURDAY
It’s probably coming up on four years since I made a pact with my friend from childhood, Gerry Beirne, that we would conduct a day pilgrimage to Aughaderry. I’m pretty sure it was the time, before the Calamity set in, when we went to see John Fogarty play at the O2, or whatever it was called at the time, with our wives,…