There's something of a political revolution sweeping these isles
If the truth be told, I found him a bit fearsome sitting there beside me on the bus. The bulky frame, the shaven head, the single dangling earring and, to be blunt, a faint aura of menace, all made for a certain uneasiness
As our coach motored through the Scottish lowlands, the odd sideways glance made it impossible not to notice the tattoos, ranging down his sleeveless right arm. Pride of place was the image of a dagger superimposed on a map of Northern Ireland. Emblazoned underneath was that chant of not so long ago - Ulster Says No.
An attempt to strike up a conversation was met by a rebuff delivered in staccato Belfast sounds. "I never talk to anybody from Eire unless I know who they are.''