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The Night We Shut The Place Down

The weathered wood sprite danced towards the door, shouting over a tweeded shoulder at someone unseen. “I’m away on now. Sure, I’ll see you through the week” If Richard Burton had been from Belfast, this is how he would have … Continue reading

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