The Kangaroo Court of Tommy Scullion

Welcome to It’s a Scullion Thing.

The podcast where craziness, chaos and craic collide in a deeply dysfunctional dance through the trauma-soaked, gravy-drenched halls of West Belfast family life.

This week, we dive headfirst into what can only be described as one of the greatest culinary injustices in Northern Ireland's domestic history , the mysterious disappearance of a sacred Sunday Roast in the Scullion house.

A tale so dramatic, the neighbours gathered like it was the Last Supper... except with more shouting, more side-eyes, and less actual food.

Set in the heart of Andersonstown in the mid-to-late 70s, the story centres on the oldest Scullion sibling, Tommy: a self-appointed head of the house, and the sort of man who could give both Columbo and a cornered badger a run for their money.

When Bridie’s lovingly prepared Sunday Roast vanishes without a trace, suspicion turns to Tommy, mostly because everyone else was still asleep and Tommy... wasn’t.

What follows is a full-blown family court trial, Scullion-style.

Think Judge Judy meets Shameless.

The children become the jury.

A bandaged-up Margaret is named judge (mainly because her medical dressing looked like a powdered wig).

Tommy decides to represent himself.

A terrified neighbour is roped in as the prosecutor.

And the dog — yes, the literal dog — is thrown under the bus as the accused.

Oh, and let’s not forget Michelle “The Rat” Scullion — the tomboy truth-teller who stood up for Rudy the dog with the confidence of a girl who knows exactly when someone’s full of shite.

You’ll hear about the courtroom drama that captivated a street, the family politics that would make Machiavelli blush, and the kind of food obsession that ends in threats, tears, and deeply suspicious knife-related "accidents" involving Monica Scullion (the nice one, allegedly).

Our family doesn’t do drama — we weaponize it, pass it down like heirlooms, and make sure it’s loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

What to Expect:

• True crime energy, but make it Sunday dinner
• Swearing, sarcasm, and a bandaged child judge
• Emotional damage disguised as humour
• Funny true stories from Belfast
• And a roast so legendary it deserves its own plaque
• Real-life Belfast stories podcast

This isn’t just nostalgia — it’s a warning.

Never leave a roast unattended near a hungry Scullion.

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It’s a Scullion Thing.

Gravy, guilt, and generational trauma. Served weekly.