Ian O'Doherty: Gender-neutral toys? Sure where's the fun in that?
I have to admit, I had a typically enjoyable Christmas -- the usual round of formal parties in various ambassadors' residences; a day at the races rubbing shoulders with the great and the good and I was also grand marshal at numerous traditional countryside pursuits.
These social engagements included such highlights as the Bollocking of the Badger in Baltinglass on Stephen's Day and the now legendary Mild Mockery of the Mink, which sees the well-heeled burghers of Greater Wexford gather together and accuse a mink of being too fat to make a good coat. This ritual, whose origins are lost in time but are believed to have started roughly around the time Love/Hate was mean to a cat, is always a highlight on the calendar.
No, I can't start the year with a fibaroo. I hate to inform you, my Christmas didn't revolve around swishing from one swanky party to another and it certainly didn't feature any of tho weird rituals of those who celebrate the birth of the ickle baby Jesus by smearing some fox blood on their nose.