I’m not feeling much like talking to the rest of them today. You get tired, you know, looking at the same faces, going over all the same oul’ rigmarole: about the weather that none of us is fit to go out in, and about what’s on the wireless or the TV. Wasn’t it shocking about thon wrecking match in Derry? We saw the whole thing on Telefis Éireann: it was like something out of the dark ages, the police in steel helmets and riot shields batonning the life out of the civil rights marchers, and them all screaming and roaring and Gerry Fitt’s face covered in blood. They say there was shocking trouble after it, bonfires and barricades and youngsters throwing stones, and half the shops with their glass broken and the stuff stolen out of the windows. But then there’s always ones that will see an opportunity for trouble and take it: them uns that has nothing to do with the protest at all. The marchers shouldn’t have been there, says Captain O’Neill, they were told not to go. They’re one-half republican and one-half communist, he says.
What do You think about The Butterfly Cabinet (2011)?
