The passionate kiss that is the heartening symbol of a new Belfast becoming more oblivious to sectarianism
Imagine nine thousand people in east Belfast, chanting in unison, 'Alice, Alice, who the **** is Alice?'. Or 'Sweet Caroline', waving their hands in the air, exultant with pride in a Belfast boy. And who is the boy – well, the man then? It's a hard wee tyke from loyalist Tiger's Bay, adorned with tattoos, and ready for action.