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 once upon a time

Donegal st story's 

Started work today. I've been out of school two months now.

Starting as a Message boy in runwells  bicycle  parts supplier.

They're based in a place called commercial court in Donegal street.

Walked down from my mums house in ballymurphy, wouldn't do it today,

but when your fifteen doesn't seem like a big deal. Bought one fag on my 

way down the Springfield rd, in divis street stopped to watch them bringing the horses

Down the ramp at wordie cowans getting ready to tether them to the large carts 

they would drag  around the city all day. Wandered into Smithfield always loved the old book shops and the cobbled lane ways. Anyway finally made it 

to Donegal street,wow look at this, totally intimidated by all the hustle of horses and carters.

Dodging past the barrow boys, found out later you could hire a barrow in Smithfield for sixpence a day. hardly room too move in the street. Noise and mayhem.

News letter printing house nestled next to st Anne cathedral separated only by Talbot st, today both building are still there, one the imposing st Annes and the other :- the John  hewitt pub. Donegal street arcade was a great wee place to wander through into north street, remember going to the Alhambra picture house with my grandad, only picture house were he could sit and have a pint and watch the film at the same time. Of course he was only taking me to the pictures, as far as my granny knew. Today commercial court totally changed, only company trading today same as yesterday is the duke of York pub. Although needless to say they don't  bottle the Guinness themselves anymore.

Lots of changes,few for the better, but time and tide, oh well another time 

Just gotta keep moving along 

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