TV Shows: How To Get To Heaven From Belfast (2026)

Three lifelong friends reunite after the death of an old classmate turns a wake into a dark mystery. They embark on a thrilling adventure across Ireland, piecing together enigmatic truths amid complicated lives.

We started watching the absolutely crazy Irish dramady, How To Get To Heaven From Belfast written by the team that brought you Derry Girls, and, in between the wonderfully twisted storyline, machine-gun delivered dialogue, and hilarious stunts, we were rolling around on the couch in stitches. I laughed so much my jaw hurt.

This is must-see TV if you’re looking for a break from the usual crime caper, especially as this one is laced with some great Irish snark and humour. Never mind class acting by our 3 leading ladies.

This is a wild 5 bags of popcorn 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿

A Random List of Things I Hate

He’s at it again, over at Forking Mad, David is sharing A Random List of Silly Things I Hate [see also: ManuAndrea & Pete

So, of course, I have to be a copy-cat and steal the idea and write up my own list. And why not, we all have lengthy lists of things we dislike or more, hate. So here we go sticking to David’s formula of 10 things:

  1. I dislike people who queue jump. It. Drives. Me. Nuts.

  2. I also dislike stupid car drivers who block the bike lane when turning left or right at traffic lights. Bikes have their own green lights here and, like buses, have priority to cross junctions safely first.

  3. Also idiots who park their hulking SUV over 2-3 parking spaces. For fucks sake, why?

  4. People who talk LOUDLY on their phones, on public transit. Again why? Get earphones.

  5. Automated phone trees. No I don’t want to listen to umpteen messages and press buttons 2, 5, or 1.

  6. A.I. anything. Just no already.

  7. I particularly dislike braggarts. People who continually inflate their fragile egos at the expense of others.

  8. Which brings me to liars and other inflated ego types. [prime example: The Orange Cheeto.]

  9. Which brings me to entrenched personalities, people who continually take. Who also take everything for granted.

  10. And finally, people who constantly scold their child, in public, just for breathing.

And now, over to you, share your list of stuff you dislike/hate.

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TV Shows: Unfamiliar (2026)

If you haven’t seen it yet, then I’m here to tell you, get thee hence and go watch the new German spy thriller, Unfamiliar on Netflix. Because it’s one of the best things I’ve seen this year (yeah, okay, we’re only in the middle of February, but the statement is still true.)

We literally inhaled three episodes a night for the last couple of nights caught up in the guessing game of who, what, where, and why.

A taut, well paced, action-filled thriller that will have you sitting on the edge of your seat.

An explosive four bags of popcorn 🍿🍿🍿🍿

The Sandwich Questionnaire

Everyone loves a good get to know me fun questionnaire, especially if it’s about food, right? Here’s a great one from David over at Forking Mad which was originally set by Zachary Kai


How many sandwiches do you eat a week?

The easy answer is, seven. I usually eat a sandwich of some description or other, every lunchtime. Sometimes I might even have it for dinner and have dinner at lunchtime. Or even sillier, at breakfast because I’m having breakfast at dinner, and dinner at lunchtime.

Yes, I know, I’m weird, so sue me already.

When do you eat your sandwiches?

Well, duh, any time of the day. But mostly for conventions sake, at lunchtime.

What’s your go to order?

If I’m buying then it can be anything that grabs my attention. The weirder the better, though not always. I like something that packs the nutrients as well as BIG flavour.

Do you prefer hot or cold sandwiches?

Yes. Both. Doesn’t everyone? I mean, who can resist a great grilled cheese done right? Or a panini again, done right. But also, a cold sandwich better be more than just cheese and bread otherwise you’ll get the stink eye from me.

What’s your favourite type of bread?

You mean, I have to pick only one? Wholewheat, 9 grains, 12 grains, sourdough, rye, black bread. You name it as long as it’s not store bought standard white, I’ll probably be happy.

Do you like condiments?

Hell, yes. Bring it on. The more the merrier. I want a meal, not an after thought. Give me everything but an American dill pickle, thanks, unless it Kosher.

Sweet or savoury?

Oh honey, you obviously don’t know me if you have to ask that one. Savoury all the way.

Do you cut your sandwiches?

Unless you’re a brick layer or work in construction, I would think everyone cuts their sandwich in some way or other. My preference is on the diagonal. But the child in me also loves four dainty little squares.

What’s the worst sandwich crime?

a) not making the sandwich right and b) soggy limp white bread and or slimy lettuce or leaving the seeds in, in the tomato slices.

What’s your ideal sandwich eating environment?

Dear me, have you not been paying attention? Anywhere, any time, night or day, under a full moon, in the depth of a forest, or on the beach, but never, ever, under water (see: soggy sandwiches.)

Why sandwiches?

Why not sandwiches? They’re easy to make, versatile, portable, and delicious to eat.


Now, dear gentle reader, over to you, how about telling us what your favourite sandwhiches are?

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Estranged

Covid didn’t just kill millions world wide and put us all in lockdown at various times in those first couple of years of struggles, it all but destroyed people’s relationships and sanity in so many ways. I know two dear friends of mine who I helped introduce never survived living together in tight quarters, each unable to escape the other when things got really bad. While another couple of friends said they grew closer together from everything they went through, and, as nurses, they went through a lot. 

For me and mine, things quietly went on mostly as they always had, like a comfortable pair of socks, we just fit together. We adapted and changed a few things but, as homebodies and relative dormice, we didn’t miss the going out, we had what we needed. And what we didn’t have, we ordered in where possible. And if we couldn’t, we made do. I can’t say it was perfect and we weren’t obsessively cleaning everything, or terrified like everyone else on the planet. But we somehow managed bolstering one another were we could to get through it all. 

The one thing that those couple of terrible years cemented and brought home to me was the fact I was—even before the start of the Covid era—fully estranged from people who were once my family. People who I thought I knew but, in the end, really didn’t know any more than any one of them ever knew me. Or even cared to know the real me.

It’s one of life’s greatest sadnesses that these people are no longer in my life and, from all accounts, have no interest in being in my life. That’s fine, that is, to a certain extent, their choice. But that some of those people also chose to poison others who might have kept in touch, is what still hurts. 

I’m bringing this up now as a number of seminal anniversaries have just passed and where, at one time in my life I would have flown home to join in the parties and or sent cards and gifts. Now, there’s just an awareness that these people are my past, no longer to be in my life, and certainly never to be in my future.

It’s been a long while for me, accepting that I don’t know whether any of them are even still alive or, even care to know whether me and my partner are. I guess I might never know. 

That sadness I once felt in my heart has slowly eased and that, after all, is what matters. I can no longer mourn the loss of something I probably never had to begin with, their love, or even, their respect.

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