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Story
I
arrived in Belfast on the 12th of July. There was some sort of Mardi
– Gras going on. The streets were
thronged. Bands played and people cheered. – It was quite a carnival.
Band after band passed by with red
faced, shirt-sleeved, sweating men beating drums. I’ve never heard a
racket like it. What the bandsmen
lacked in musical knowledge they sure made up for in enthusiasm. I don’t
know what the carnival was in aid
of but looking at the banners it seemed to have something to do with a guy
called Billy. And why were all the
banners orange? This was Ireland – surely they should have been green? I
got a small bed-sit near to
Queen’s University, in the student quarter. I signed in as Paddy
Paisley. I used the passport of James
O’Donnell to get out of America but now I could revert to my proper name
of Paddy Paisley.
