It's down to St Stephen that we are all able to enjoy the great escape
You'd swear they were locked up for years with Nelson Mandela on Robben Island. Out they burst like a team running on to Croke Park for an All-Ireland final and mad for action. For some, St Stephen's Day is the day of the great escape.
One day at home. One day of full-on domesticity, and they've had enough. Sitting around talking to family and friends is too much for some. Last year, one lad told me he was coping fine until his mother-in-law asked him to hold the ball of wool for her while she was knitting a cap for the child he didn't plan to have for a good few years yet.
It's very hard to escape the treatment on Christmas Day. It's the one day of the year when you have to stay at home and listen to advice and, then, after the third bottle of red, a full-on argument rages but you can't storm out of the house because there's no place to storm to. The pubs and shops are shut.