It must be catching, this Titanic fever. There’s no escaping it on telly or in the news. Here’s my contribution…
In other words – enough already. We built it. It crashed. It sank.
Is there nothing more successful or optimistic to show off about?
Now before any Belfast readers get all defensive – yes, yes I know – as the local t-shirt slogans about the Titanic say – She was alright when she left us.
One of my great (great, great?) aunts was due to sail on her, but changed her ticket at the last minute. One of her sisters was subsequently wont to mutter darkly: They went to bed drinking champagne. But they woke up shovelling coal. Which was a mite uncharitable I always thought. I doubt there was much champers being quaffed on the lower decks.
So when it comes to Titanic fever, I’m immune. (Though I may have a wee peek at the new place all the same. And that Titanic-branded ale from Hilden looks promising.)
But when it comes to Titanic Town fever, I’m a hopeless case. Which is why I’ll be marinading myself in old haunts round Belfast next month.
So… Anyone fancy meeting up? Perhaps we could coax Arthur Magee into giving us a bespoke tour of the happier and honourable historical side of Belfast? Your thoughts?
Alright… I suppose I should give the big bright new Titanic centre a better plug. Click on the pic below to find out how to book tickets.
Póló adds this- An American Wake – on how the Titanic sinking hit small Irish communities and his own family.
And Well Done Fillet lets out a heartfelt cry – What about the waiters? Will somebdy please think of the waiters!