I know it can sometimes be annoying when films are repeated but as I flicked through the channels the other night, desperate to avoid football or any other sport, I came across 'In The Name of the Father'.
I simply had to watch it again, for the umpteenth time, as it is a compelling story which highlights the gross injustice suffered by the likes of Gerard Conlon, one of the Guildford Four, and Paddy Hill, one of the Birmingham Six.
These guys were fitted up for heinous crimes they did not commit. The British Establishment knew they were innocent but they incarcerated them anyway.
The desire to nail any Irish citizens for the pub bombings carried out by the IRA in Guildford and Birmingham in the 1970s outweighed the requirements of justice.
Men and women not responsible for those bombings were made scapegoats and had their lives ruined so the corrupt police involved in investigating them could claim a scalp.
I have had the great pleasure of spending time in the company of both Gerry Conlon and Paddy Hill. They are two of the finest men I have ever met.
They openly admit their lives were ruined by spending almost two decades of their lives behind bars for crimes they did not carry out.
They were innocent men who were fitted up. They and their families suffered greatly as a result of their wrongful imprisonments.
Yet to this day those involved in covering up evidence which cleared these men have still never been brought to justice.
It seems the police are often beyond the reach of justice when they do wrongs. Even when those wrongs amount to criminality.
I defy you to watch 'In The Name of the Father' and not be reduced to tears by the sheer injustice of it all.
The performances of Daniel Day Lewis and the late Pete Postlethwaite were quite simply superb.
It does irk me somewhat to witness Daniel Day Lewis accept a Knighthood from the very same British Establishment which fitted up the likes of Gerry Conlon and Paddy Hill.
I was disappointed to read that. He is a great actor. Did he really need to accept such a silly bauble? I think not.
Time for the fete
We are nearing the end of the school term and I always become a wee bit melancholic at this time of year.
I suppose it's to do with Gabrielle getting older which is ridiculous given that she's only nine but I've been behaving like this since she was at nursery.
Wanting your child to stay a wee baby is of course silly but I guess understandable in this crazy world. Watching the P7 class return from their school trip this week, I couldn't help feel a pang of sadness for them leaving their lovely, cosy, little primary school to embark on their experience of the 'big school'.
I can still remember the fear of it. Although a few days later I waved goodbye to my friend's daughter, Charlotte, a 3rd year pupil at the 'big school' who was off to Paris for their school trip. Maybe it's not so bad after all!
As the end of term draws near so the school fete rears its ugly head. I say that because for those who are involved with school, church, club or community organisations, THE FETE is a pain in the neck but a necessary fundraiser.
It takes a lot of organising and loads of devoted time and effort. It all comes together on the day.
Our school fete is on Saturday morning and I've enlisted the help of River City star Keira Lucchesi who plays Stella in the show and who happens to be my best friend's daughter.
I love Keira and have always been proud of her. She is a very talented, intelligent and a sincere girl and I hope that is enough compliments to ensure that she will definitely appear on Saturday morning to get stuck in and help!