Charlie Flanagan has his hands full cherishing children
Sitting in the window of Field's coffee shop in Skibbereen, looking out on the small town square, I am at the hub of West Cork - which means I can hack into the mental chatroom of Middle Ireland.
That's because Skibbereen people conduct their private discourses for public consumption. When two people meet they commence two monologues, keeping one eye on their theoretical auditor and the other on the general audience passing by.
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