This summer, we decided to do a road trip around the UK. Jake hopped in the back of the car, all of us prepared to rough it in a tent; we had no idea that so many hotels were dog friendly - our "working" dog ended up living the high life at some of the UK's finest hotels! It got me thinking: given the choice, where would dogs go on holiday?
Admittedly, that is a slightly sensationalist statement, but let's look at the facts. Forget highly-charged diatribes about United Irelands or United Kingdoms. Forget histrionic republicanism, flag-waving unionism and arguments about terrorists and freedom fighters. Take bigotry, ideology, and romanticism out of it.
"In Belfast in the early '70s things were tricky. When I asked my local green grocer if I could do some paintings for his window for Christmas, he paid me in vegetables. The next year when I did the butcher's, he paid me in sausages. By the time I was 13, I realised I had a business. So I started charging."