When it comes to some things, I’ve very easily pleased.
There’s the feeling of taking off in an aircraft, which never fails to put a smile on my face.
There’s the view over Belfast Lough and the city itself as you come down the M2 hill section on a sunny day, which has been known to make me almost smirk.
There’s the little bit of pride in the homeland that’s stirred anytime you hear a voice standing up to authority with a thick NIrish aye, dead on, which has been heard in the background of protests all over the world.
And there’s the view to be had over the Short Strand/Albertbridge Road area every autumn.
It’s nothing really exceptional, it’s nothing new, it isn’t really that pretty. But I find watching the flock of birds that congregates round there fascinating. Up to 30,000 individual animals, making up one massive seething mass of movement, and seeming moving with one mind.
Why yes, I am odd. I know this. Doesn’t mean that I don’t know what I like.