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About micsirwin

I'm a Postgraduate student at Queens studying Criminology, writer, poet and lover of integrity, dignity, respect and morality

The Home Stretch Part III

Wow! It’s been a while. I’d hoped that ‘The Home Stretch’ would be a witty and observant countdown to the last day of my sentence on the 19th June 2109. Still don’t know at what time but have been assured … Continue reading

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The Home Stretch Part II

This little lot will escort you (for those who are interested) through the last six months of my license/probation where I will officially become a free man on the 19th June 2019. Continue reading

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The Importance of Fact – Coolmoyne House

Originally posted on micsirwin:
As I trudge up the stairs to go to the loo I look out my landing window as I often do. Looking across to the high rise flats and Colin Mountain is often hypnotic to me…

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Two Years Down

Originally posted on micsirwin:
9.30am 19/06/2013 Me and Davey are sitting in the prison van, being driven to the railway station. The officer driving, an old notorious hand, quips about my return. Davey (going on his first home leave) chirps…

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Hospital Time Vs Prison Time

What is it with me and my bowel this time of year? Fekin thing was in the process of killing me a year ago and last week decided to give up my appendix. It seems that I may have had … Continue reading

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Stone Cold Crazy or Batshit?

Not that I have anything against bats! In fact, I love sitting here on these longer evenings watching the little feckers darting around my back garden. Why do I feel continued need to explain myself? My long-suffering friend Les reintroduced … Continue reading

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Unsound Justice.

In the wee small hours of Tuesday past I lay, half awake, listening to the winds ratting the bins and battering my house. As I drifted off to memories of Africa, reading Wilbur Smith books as a kid, meeting the … Continue reading

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