- To peruse later
- When I remember the Twelfth of my childhood years, I see the banners of the Orange Lodges appearing, tops first, from the south side of Finaghy Railway Bridge, and rising up to the hump of it like the sails of galleons in a summer breeze.
- I didn't feel unsafe, because I was surrounded by happy, high-spirited (I am using ``high-spirited'' in the sense of ``high'') people, many of them wearing brightly colored wigs made from what appeared to be toxic waste, which is formal attire for soccer fans. Many of them -- especially middle-aged men -- also had their national flags draped over their shoulders, which made them look like superheroes who had missed going to the gym for several decades.
- Fantastic idea - encouraging your own positive thinking
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