tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2705771450596300887.post3249237811601858657..comments2024-03-28T07:36:37.715+00:00Comments on Lord Belmont in Northern Ireland: The Lockkeeper's CottageTimothy Belmonthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15111145260662707575noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2705771450596300887.post-10631995049122722352008-11-03T03:07:00.000+00:002008-11-03T03:07:00.000+00:00When I was young, very young, a Russian girl, whit...When I was young, very young, a Russian girl, white by descent, not a young lady on a tractor scholarship, <BR/><BR/>parked her MG Midget dead centre at a cross roads, near Cambridge, and asked if I had ever done stuff, in that sort of piste en service tableau, <BR/><BR/>I told her I had never done stuff at all, ever, being like, 17, and without casting aspersions, as one mustn't, if there was reason to expect it would take more than ninety seconds, perhaps we shouldn't, <BR/><BR/>So I really, like those little cars, they're just lovely. <BR/><BR/>You can rent that Lock Restaurant place out, the lock itself I cycled into, the big pit, ( at night) and I managed, to get a call to the PSNI, and it turned out that, they'd, the Castlereagh peelers, had not done business there since 1954 or something, <BR/><BR/>not since the HMS Insignificant had discovered Lough Neagh, they had a map pre-dating partition or something<BR/><BR/>so they told me, that, they would loan the sliver of Ultima Thule land out to Lisburn Road or something, <BR/><BR/>by the time the palaver, was half over, I had crawled & climbed out, looked at a Giant SCR2, which the huns had got at, and told the cops I'd make it to BCH or die trying. <BR/><BR/>They phoned every so often to check if I was going to make it, the Castlereagh cops had no idea where the lock was, though it is their area. <BR/><BR/>So I almost became a blue disque on that wall.Cadizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10669816733744295955noreply@blogger.com