Never mind BBC mega salaries, what about the lowest paid?
Thousands of the corporation's production workers earn just £16,000 a year, making it a poster child for inequality.
Thousands of the corporation's production workers earn just £16,000 a year, making it a poster child for inequality.
Yesterday, I was the speaker at the Orange demonstration in the Co Antrim village of Broughshane. With just 11 lodges in Braid district, it is a small demonstration, but we had a thoroughly enjoyable day and the village was crowded with Orange brethren, bands and spectators, including many families.
Over the past three weeks, Belfast City Council has had what could be described as a few 'Bonfire of the Inanities' moments.
There is only one issue worth discussing in this election, yet it isn't getting much attention. What kind of border do we want London to negotiate in the Brexit talks, soft, hard or special? The unionists have already thrown in the towel, apparently accepting that since it was a British referendum, Northern Ireland's 56% Remain vote is trumped by the UK's 52% pro-Brexit.
The Assembly election in March has served as a wake-up call for unionism. On that day Sinn Fein fell just 1,200 votes behind the DUP and unionism needlessly lost seats through a failure to act strategically and to transfer.
Observing the growing legions of homeless people in central Belfast, many them young, vulnerable and wretched-looking, I often wonder what it must be like for them when darkness falls in this city.
Influenced as much by The Clash's Joe Strummer as Karl Marx, or Che Guevara, this writer became an early convert to Left-wing causes. Even by the end of the 1970s, this fledgling Leftist was adopting the "causes" of others across the planet, such as the heroic Vietnamese, who had driven out the Americans and were now engaged in an equally justified war against the genocidal Khmer Rouge, Pol Pot and their Chinese backers.
On November 21, 2016, Martin McGuinness and Arlene Foster agreed a joint statement. Here is the opening paragraph: "Day by day, slowly but surely, politics here is changing. And it's for the better. The focus is increasingly now on policies and delivery - on finding the best ways to make people's lives better.
On September 28, 1912 Edward Carson led a procession to Belfast City Hall. At the main entrance, in front of a crowd of tens of thousands, he leaned over a Union flag-draped table and became the first person to sign Ulster's Solemn League and Covenant.
Holding Holocaust services in Northern Ireland may seem strange to some. After all, the Holocaust - the systematic destruction of European Jewry - occurred in far away places, with strange-sounding names (Auschwitz, Treblinka, Bergen-Belsen). The Nazis never came to Northern Ireland and no Jews were murdered on Irish soil.
The most enduring legacy of the Troubles is the type of violence that was most prevalent and most lightly tolerated. Queen's academic Liam Kennedy, who has researched this more than anyone, has estimated that 10,000 people have been subjected to punishment shootings - and the practice continues.
Northern Ireland is super - but not always in a good way. In the bad old days, it was notorious as the home of the "supergrass"; now we learn that the new, more open Northern Ireland is still the last bastion of the "super-injunction" - an extraordinary, retro-legal restriction on freedom of speech and of the Press that has no place in the 21st century.
It is good to focus on some positive news, and the opening of the latest stretch of the Connswater Greenway in east Belfast is very good news indeed.
In the early hours of June 24 it became apparent in the Titanic Centre, Belfast, that the people of Northern Ireland had delivered - with a clear and unequivocal voice across the traditional boundaries and divisions of our scarred society - their desire that Northern Ireland remain within the European Union. Watching the results elsewhere, particularly from the north of England, it also became clear that our victory in battle was about to be squandered in the war across the Irish Sea.
SDLP leader Colum Eastwood, in a most pithy and biting comment in reaction to Daithi McKay's resignation, said: "Sinn Fein don't do lone wolves, they do scapegoats."
Some local commentators and politicians (myself included) spent the period just before the Assembly election on May 5, and the few weeks after the vote, when the Programme for Government was being negotiated, speculating that politics here was about to enter a stable phase of policy development, challenge and delivery.
Thick metal bolts launched by youths firing catapults flew through the air towards the lines of heavily armoured PSNI officers and the less well-protected ranks of the media. One of the lethal steel missiles missed this writer's ear by a centimetre or two before it pinged off the wall behind the grounds of Holy Cross Church, gouging out a piece of masonry onto Woodvale Road.
We are now underway with our April NI-Wide Opinion Panel Poll which will be the final one before the 7th May UK General Election - results in the Belfast Telegraph at start of May.
Following our February Opinion Panel poll, we now present the results of our March Panel poll.
Just to get the build-up going to the upcoming Westminster election on 7th May we'll be running our Opinion Panel polling every month from February to May. We will be feeding this data into our prediction models, and then projecting the results for each of Northern Irelands 18 Westminster constituencies, and tracking any trends up and down.
Farewell then Northern Ireland. After five-and-a-half sublime, occasionally tempestuous, always intoxicating years we are going our separate ways.
Sport really does have the power to unite and inspire, doesn't it? It's not just a sugary old cliche. I was thinking about that at our sports awards on Monday night as a host of stars received well-deserved awards.
We all think we know the Dunlop story, don't we? The incredible bravery, the death-wish need for speed, the diffidence in the face of imminent tragedy, oh, and the incredible on-the-edge sportsmanship, the overwhelming desire to win.
It's enough sometimes just to nod in agreement. You don't necessarily need to go to war, enact laws or shout from a megaphone to defend freedom as we understand it. Despite what those who came from the Dark Ages last Wednesday would believe you don't need Faith, just faith in humanity.
I've the man flu. But you won't find me going on about it. Come to think of it isn't the term man flu a bit, well, you know, sexist? If I told a female she'd only got a bit of girly flu there would be hell to play. But when a man is laid low, his pipes blocked, nose running, head pounding (I'm trying not to exaggerate here) it's a source of much mirth. Look at the fuss he's making over a sniffle, they titter.
I'll never forget the maroon shirt and exact-same-colour singlet. How could you? It would have left an indelible scar on anyone, let alone a 17-year-old boy.
It must be the cat. She's always pushing open the door and rustling around in the middle of the night. You can sometimes wake up and find her staring enigmatically into your eyes from inches away. You get the impression she's been studying you for hours.
My parents say they were clearing out the attic and found them in a corner. It is the matter-of-fact way they say it that surprises me. On the table is a collection of my late grandfather's war medals and in the middle the Croix de Guerre, one of the highest military medals the French can bestow. It's not far off the Victoria Cross for equivalence.
It's a mesmerising photograph. The handsome, brooding, tousled-hair poet and his lover. He looking intense, bruised, involved, she blanker, looking to the distance, possibly for escape from this fierce-burning passion.
When I was 19 my father gave me a lesson on how to fold a towel over a handrail. I was back for a few weeks from university and stood before him astonished as he halved it lengthways, dropped it neatly to the middle of the rail and let the other half fall, perfectly matched. It was like a particularly dull challenge on the Generation Game.
We are staying with friends in Portsmouth on the south coast of England for the weekend. My elder son has decided, without much training or preparation, to take part in the Great South Run and we've gone along to support him.
I only stumbled across the pictures because I had man flu. I'd gone to bed early and switched on the TV, looking for distraction. As usual, nothing was on.
Ulster Unionist leader Mike Nesbitt has thrown out the first gambit in the never-ending debate about unionist election pacts with the DUP. With this in mind we ran an 'election' on the issue at last Saturday's UUP conference. 158 UUP conference delegates registered votes in our confidential ballot, and the results turned out as follows:
What if the best thing you ever created was 38 years ago? Wouldn't that be a source of regret? That a peak point of your life was almost four decades ago. Wouldn't you always be struggling to recapture that moment, top it with something else?
Well did you enjoy all the poll-project coverage, pie-charts, and graphs, last week?
I’ve seen the future of rock and roll and it’s 30 people gathered in an unprepossessing house near Bristol.
It's often said that, if women were in charge, wars would cease, conflict would melt away and violence would be a thing of the past. There's a widely-held assumption out there that women are naturally inclined to be peace-loving, far more likely to seek dialogue and consensus than hot-headed, risk-taking and stubborn men. If we're talking cliches, women are also often believed to be more open-minded, more liberal, more tolerant of views other than their own.
Same sex marriage and abortion are two topics on which our politicians clearly fail to reflect the full range of public opinion.
There is a clear majority in favour of the liberalisation of the abortion laws Northern Ireland, today's poll shows.
A slim majority of people now believe gay marriage ceremonies should be carried out in Northern Ireland.
It's not often I'm surprised: but I was taken aback by the sheer scale of the public dissatisfaction with the Assembly indicated in yesterday's Belfast Telegraph/LucidTalk poll.
The DUP and Sinn Fein are set to maintain their domination of politics in Northern Ireland.
Our poll coverage today is looking at the thorny issues of flags and anthems, plus asking people how they view the future.
My father nearly died laughing. I can still see him now on his hands and knees choking and retching uncontrollably, it being unclear whether my mother violently hitting him on the back is for dubious medical purposes or some sort of punishment for being so stupid.
Sorry to return to one of my favourite subjects, but I've just noticed an obituary tucked away in one of the newspapers. It's for Winifred Dawson, who has died aged 85.
I have a confession to make. I'm not really sure it's a wise move to confess it in this newspaper, but here goes. I never really got Van Morrison. When I was young, I took the road signposted punk rock, garage and New York, stuff like Talking Heads and Velvet Underground plus a lot of reggae. R'n'B, Caledonian/Celtic soul and all that sort of thing was another musical highway heading in another direction.
I spotted her in the new Marks & Spencers on the Lisburn Road. They've built a new swanky store where the old Co-op used to be. Amid the rest of us late-night, ready-meal hunters, with one hand she was distractedly popping shiny goodies into a basket slung over her arm.
When is the last time you saw a gyrospinner? Come on, it's not a difficult question. You know, the round metal contraption that spins someone around until they're sick?
Pity the poor kakapo. It's a dumb bird, really, but it probably didn't deserve what happened to it. The kakapo is a bloody big parrot that can't fly. A big disadvantage, you might think, and you'd be right.
You've probably only got tonight and tomorrow before it's replaced by the summer's Hollywood flotsam and jetsam. You know Godzilla 4: This Time It's Serious and the like.
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