I played football with James Walsh in Belfast last summer. His wife is from here, not sure if they're still living here but they did for a while at least. He's more rubbish at football than I (which is fairly rubbish) but seemed like a very nice man. If exceedingly shy. I didn't ask him how wealthy he was.
― Chris in Belfast, Sunday, 18 November 2007 23:45 (eighteen years ago)