Hello there …

Geordie McMordy, son and heir to the bitterest bigot ever to spend the afternoon of the 12th pissed out of his skull on warm Guinness and Mundies in the field at Scarva.

Ye alright there, da, ye big bollocks, ye?

The mention up above there by Alison (are you our sort, girl and if so are you coortin'? ) prompted me to write in.

I'm in a Pretenders cover band. We play Orange Halls, Black Preceptories, Coming-Out Parties, Weddings (not Mixed!!) … you know the type of thing. We're called "The Defenders". (If you want to book us ddrop me or me da a line!)

One of our more poignant songs is about a Drumcree veteran receiving a Paisley family picture postcard … here it goes

Back on the chain gang (with thanks to Chrissie Hynde)
I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh
You had your big burly arm around Kyle
The world doesn't know like I do, oh oh oh oh
The pain 'neath that big cheesy smile
We're back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang

A circumstance beyond our control, oh oh oh oh
Made the front of the 'Tele that night
Said we'd die or be cast into hell, oh oh oh oh
They threw sand in our eyes and said it was lies
We're back on the train
Oh, back on the chain gang

The Powers That Be
That force us to live like we do
Bring me to my knees
When I see what they've done to you
But I'll die as I stand here today
In clabber from instep to knee
If up our traditional route
To walk we're not free

I found a picture of you, oh oh oh oh
It was the happiest day of my life
Your big bulldog face seemed to say oh oh oh oh
Continue the fight
Now we're back on the train
Back on the chain gang