Irishness can truly be a many splendoured thing
No-one should be allowed to set bounds to our definition of what it means to be Irish, writes Ruth Dudley Edwards
HAVING only a short time at home between long journeys last week, I scanned the bulging email inbox with a ruthlessly discriminating eye for what was important and/or urgent. Low curiosity, however, drew me instantly to a message from an unfamiliar address (firstname.lastname@example.org) which had the irresistible subject line: 'You are an evil crank.' I enjoy communications like that.
Mr/Ms Littlehouse had, I think, found my email address on my website, where he/she had presumably been perusing various articles he/she deemed offensive.
"Your words against the unification of Ireland show you to be a vile shrill witch," he/she said. "I think you should stay of [sic] Ireland since you are not really Irish anyway. Stay in London and write the kind of English tripe you have been slobering [sic] out for so long."