Kevin Myers: What precisely does one do with a website?
A committee member of the Wexford Festival Opera -- a lover of music, to be sure, but in most regards a plain and modest Wexfordian, more of a Rackard than a Rackrenter -- was once, while about his operatic duties, invited to a Big House for lunch.
Unfortunately, he was somewhat delayed and only arrived after everyone had finished their first course. Look, said his host, why don't you catch up with us while we wait, and then we can all move on to the fish together?
A platter bearing an artichoke was placed before him. Now, this poor Rackard, having never even seen one of these beasts before, had as much idea how to eat it as a Zulu warrior has to mend a sewing machine.