“ONE belongs to New York instantly,” novelist Tom Wolfe once said. “One belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.” Standing on a Saturday night in Times Square certainly feels like déjà vu. The flashing Christmas lights. The whirring klaxons (or is that just another Broadway preview stunt?). Rushing crowds, most clasping shopping bags, are drawn from every corner of the world.
“A lot of people are fed up. It’ll be a new start for us,” David Reid leans across the glass counter of Ulster Souvenirs on the Shankill Road in Belfast. A portrait of Edward Carson, Northern Ireland’s founding father, hangs behind his head. Across the street, faded images of hooded loyalist gunmen look down from a gable end mural.
IN June 2008, a Boeing 727 with "Trump" emblazoned in gold across the fuselage touched down on the asphalt at Stornoway airport. For only the second time in his life, Donald Trump had come to the home of his mother, Mary Anne MacLeod, who left Lewis aged just 18.
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Retail giant Next has suspended a multi-million pound, government-funded apprenticeship scheme after a damning report from education watchdog, Ofsted.
