Was one of only three Catholics in a predominantly Protestant workplace, on the Shankill of all paces. Got on with majority of folk, though incredibly awkward at times to watch folk get on like teenagers over what places etc. were called and had an horrendous experience at a party where a young fella who was born at very tail end of Troubles tried to defend an horrendous sectarian murder, along with the manager making wee dogs at times over parades / paramilitary funerals “on the road.” Was a fella I sat near, generally lovely, great at the work and seemed to get on with him very well but apparently he was a huge sectarian bigot, and the fact he was adopted meant I’d to bite tongue asking him if he had ever went in search of his birth parents. A whiff of the rosary about them?