Wed 2 June 2004 - Pain and suffering
Yesterday afternoon at the instigation of my mother and her partner Peter, I endured raucous Irish folk music.
Now, there is a time and a place for everything.
Except perhaps raucous Irish folk music.
Okay, maybe over a Guiness or five with some mates on St Patrick’s Day.
But when you’ve stopped by for a quiet chat and a nice cup of tea? No.
Let alone when accompanied by my mother (albeit briefly) dancing a jig.
At least it was Irish Breakfast tea.