Bell Bottom BluesThe cold November passed into December reducing the mercury further. Introducing a harsher winter, and striking constellations where the armchairs of the Angels pulsed bright, and I pondered if it was silver tipped lances or magic swords they held in their immortal hands. Waiting again their time to strike down all evil. The only clouds to be seen were in one's breath, or the smoke from cigarettes and chimney stacks. All the seasons had beauty but winter was my favourite, and Mum's earlier finger warning meant I was well happed up before leaving the house for the Saturday night ball.
Amused, I watched alongside, Rod and Feets, Belfast's version of Pans people out-dance everyone else on the floor. Consisting of Maggie, Ciara, Sharon, Tina, Tub, and of course Pat, but to be
