author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland Monday, June 17th, 2002
author: Jamie : Tyrone, Northern Ireland Sunday, June 16th, 2002
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland Friday, June 14th, 2002
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland Friday, June 14th, 2002
author: Jamie : Lisnaskea, Northern Ireland Thursday, May 30th, 2002
author: Jamie : Lisnaskea, Northern Ireland Wednesday, May 29th, 2002
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland Tuesday, May 28th, 2002
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland Sunday, May 26th, 2002
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland Sunday, May 26th, 2002
author: Jamie : Lisnaskea, Northern Ireland Saturday, May 25th, 2002
author: Jamie : Lisnaskea, Northern Ireland Friday, May 24th, 2002
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland Wednesday, May 22nd, 2002
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland Sunday, May 5th, 2002
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland Saturday, May 4th, 2002
author: Jamie : Belfast, Northern Ireland Sunday, April 14th, 2002
author: Jamie : Belfast, Northern Ireland Saturday, April 13th, 2002
author: Jamie : Lisnaskea, Northern Ireland Saturday, April 13th, 2002
author: Jamie : Derry, Northern Ireland Saturday, April 13th, 2002
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author: Jamie : Tyrone, Northern Ireland

County Tyrone, Northern Ireland
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland

Officer Manson was the pride of the police service of Northern Ireland, formerley the Royal Ulster Constabulary. He'd won 'Officer of the Year' three years out of the last four, the boys called him 'Iron Bollocks'. Manson always got his man; even if that man was his own mother; she was going down, and going down hard. In for a long stretch, Manson thought to himself, "No one steps outta line on my beat. No one."
author: Jamie : Enniskillen, Northern Ireland

bollards, concrete street furniture
author: Jamie : Lisnaskea, Northern Ireland

The urban tedium. The concrete sameness. The worn-out boredom of semi-urban.
Everywhere we go looks the same. Here is there. There is here. Where is there?
Concrete and steel. The touch, the feel...
Of Urban
Sukhi wears a turban, on his head. Grows plants in his shed
Just to mask the smell
Of Urban
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