Happy Twelfth!


A bright and glorious day, come any weather!

Oh, and please keep marching, until every inch of British soil is prised free from the clammy grip of that perfidious Protocol…



..so dear to Ulster’s enemies in  Brussels…

..and Dublin!

I see Lord Frost has lamented the dirty deal, but he asserts that “unfortunately we are where we are.”


To which every loyal voice in Ulster should loudly respond –


‘Here WE are, and we shall not be moved!