ernie used to come to our primary school every year. He was a magician, of sorts. Though he was a bit unsettling. He travelled around parts of the north-east of Northern Ireland visiting schools, in all seasons, on his beat-up motorbike. He tied his whole magic show to that bike, Punch and Judy set and all. He’d show up in his heavy black oilskin coat sporting a gelled-down combover, looking like a mixture
