Entry for July 03, 2007

The Orange Walk has just passed my office, or as I like to call it The March of the Sectarian Thickies. I appreciate that this is probably not entirely politically correct of me, but on the other hand I'm not sure that one can be properly accused of political incorrectness when the subjects of your political incorrectness are in fact mind-bogglingly politically incorrect themselves. For example, if you call Adolf Hitler a big moustachioed sausage scoffer, I'm not convinced you can properly be carted off by the Thought Police. I think that it sort of cancels itself out.
There was a particularly touching scene. Some proud father was waving at the flute bands, his eight year old child standing happily in a rather fetching two piece - track suit bottoms and a flag bearing the red hand of Ulster.
Anyway, I'm generally all in favour of cultural diversity. If you drop in on me of a Saturday you are as like to see me in a burkha as a traditional Vietnamese peasant's loin cloth. I am no narrow-minded middle-class Daily Mail reader. However, even my legendary patience was tested today when I discovered the marchers had all eating in Aulds (my bakers of choice) and they had scoffed all of the empire biscuits before I got there.
It is enough to make one become a catholic.