Friday 15 December 2017

The good old days

• Depending on one's vintage, the good old days are the weeks or years that you remember in the best light while you were still in your prime. For me, that was the year of 1990 when I was living in New York.

There was then, and I dare say still is, a sense of unfettered freedom that is encouraged by government policy to leave matters of religion and sexuality to the privacy of the individual.

But Ireland, the country that I had emigrated from, was still then very much in the dark ages, holding on to some of the most draconian laws in the western democratic world to prevent the expression of the individual.

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