Just before the exam season, I (Amy) took a trip home to Belfast. My fellow Northern Irish exiles will know how it feels to arrive in Belfast International Airport to see adverts for Tayto crisps; it is practically possible to smell the unmistakable tang of their cheese and onion flavour in the arrivals lounge. Those who grew up in Bangor will know the feeling of stopping at a certain pizzaria on … Continue reading LitKit on the road: second stop, Belfast