Running the parallel Irelands
Did you have a drink last Friday? In a pub? Was it amazing? Did you set the alarm to go to an early house? Just to savour the novelty of a pint on the most illicit of days? Did you feel set free? In a new Ireland? Did you feel we had finally thrown off the shackles of the Church?
Did the stags and hens we are told used to wander around bewildered on Good Friday, look happier to have somewhere to get blotto and fall around with their fake breasts and their themed T-Shirts and their L plates? Gay marriage and now this. We're all grown up.
Or did you miss the old Ireland of Irish solutions to Irish problems? Where we got around the ban on pub drinking by holding wild parties in our houses, that started at lunchtime and went on until every last drop of that Limoncello rotting in the press and maybe the drain cleaner had been hoovered up.