Cookstown

So let me see.

Today, which is Friday the 16th of October, the Blind Golfers are out golfing in Cookstown, and they were looking to try to get a few people up to give golf a go.

So they're always opened a new membership, and basically...

If you were a golfer previous, but you want to try to hang on to still playing golf, the blind golfers are always looking to recruit.

So at 7.25 the lorry was put in place and everyone was ready.

And at about 7.29 or thereabouts, one of the observation posts that was on the road that led from Cookstown to Coke reported a car that passed it.

that had three men in it, which was obviously immediately quite suspicious.

A few seconds later, the same car passed another ropey at the end of the bridge or near the end of the bridge into Cokes and now within a few hundred meters of the target.

Frank Murray was head of the police special branch in the southern region.

He was the one who decided which bits of intelligence warranted an SAS operation.

Get yourself to Cookstown, County Tyrone, which was about an hour's drive out of Belfast, if that's speed.

Got a briefing, hot briefing in the car.

However, as I went on to attend a Catholic secondary school, things changed quite dramatically.

Cookstown wasn't exactly West Belfast or Derry's Bogside, but nor was it Rathlin.

We weren't living in isolation or immune from the madness and violence that engulfed this place.

By the age of 12 or 13 I knew friends who had been put out of their houses.

Soper began researching her employment history, looking for clues.

Mary Mallon had been born on September 23, 1869, in Cookstown, County Tyrone, Ireland.

According to what she told friends, Mary came to America at the age of 15.

Like many Irish immigrant women, she found work as a domestic servant.

And if you're a proper mongrel like me with connections all over the place, my mother was from Wexford.

My father was Cookstown, Tyrone.

I was born in Dublin, but I was kind of raised between Hollywood, Northdown and Dublin.

But we always holidayed in South Kerry, which was where my dad, as a young fellow, was...

Today I raised what people are breathing.

My understanding is that if you follow the prevailing wind, the most common wind, which runs from south-west to north-east, from Oma, or from the Dalaridian site, the wind travels over the Sperran Mountains, through Cookstown, Dribberstown, Makerfelt, Mahara, on up the shoreline of Lough Neagh, over through South Antrim, And it will take to Bala Mina until you find a monitoring station that is capable of picking up particulate matter.

And that matters because it's too far away.

I raised that gap because people live along that whole route.

But where's that road? Is that the, is that the Omagh to, um-

Omagh to Cookstown Road-

Omagh to Cookstown

... is, is the road I came up there.

I've, I've seen, I've seen the sign on the-

Have you?

... on the Cookstown Road-

Ah

And then I was ready to sort of begin the long march back to like reason.

After his parents divorced, the 12-year-old Lias found himself at school in Cookstown, Northern Ireland, with no father figure, feeling very alone.

There were no other kind of mixed race kids at our school and it was a big school, you know? I didn't fit in at all.

Lias responded by embracing his exclusion.

And I didn't really question that much, as much as it made me really miserable for a period, you know? Like the isolation was kind of, in retrospect, I think exactly what I needed.

I had to go into kind of like books and music and all the rest of it, accentuate the part of myself that they sought to reject.

Lias escaped Cookstown to attend the Slade School of Fine Art in London.

But another creative avenue beckoned.