The Cold, Cold Ground
“I was a sorry spectacle in the mirror, and the house was worse.I put on the Ramones, cleaned up the vomit, had a cold shower, brushed my teeth, made a Nescafé, drank the coffee, replugged the phone and called Laura.“You wanna get breakfast and go to an auction?” I asked her.“I have my clinic in the afternoon.”“This is at nine. Come on. We’ll get breakfast at the Old Tech and bid on some records.”The Old Tech. I couldn’t face the Ulster fry so I just got a cup of tea instead.Laura got pancakes.W...e talked and read the papers.The headlines on all the tabs were the same: GUILTY over a picture of Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper. The broadsheets too were obsessed by the Ripper with his trial and the verdict occupying most of their front pages with a little bit about the hunger strikes. According to The Times, senior figures in the Tory party were speaking about “compromise” and “new ideas” but Thatcher was having none of it; she had come to Ulster to stiffen the resolve of the troops: the lady would not negotiate with terrorists, the lady was not for turning.Only the local papers, the Irish News and the Newsletter had the attack on the gay pub in Larne.One dead.MoreLess
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