Back in 2005 I went on a trip to NI and was having a few pints in the hotel bar when the local DUP councilor and his mate (who had been in the B Specials) walked in. After the obligatory ‘local hard man gets instant service on the house’ moment some tentative conversation started up. We were a mixed age group and one of the older chaps who was either pissed / naive / cheeky (or a combination of one or more) said:
“So, do you think there will ever be a united Ireland?”
The reply, spluttered out as it was, include the words ‘not’, ‘my’, ‘lifetime’ and ‘ever’ amidst a fair few more that wouldn’t make it through the swear filter.
A bit later on, after some encouragement, one of the barmen produced a ‘tanny wastle’ and played a very jaunty version of The Sash….
They didn’t strike me as people naturally disposed to compromise.