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Fighting Words: There is nothing that they can possibly do, or think, or write, or say, or dream, or imagine, that is wrong. Photograph: Dara Mac Dónaill
May already – the month we all love so well. May, the month synonymous in my mind with pale-pink rosary beads strung through small fingers and processions of little girls in large grey tunics, circling the netted perimeter of the tennis courts of my primary school, shepherded by Dalek-like nuns in sooty robes and starched wimples, singing our hymns and praying hard to everyone’s favourite virgin.
May, already. How did that happen? May, and there’s still a set of Christmas fairy lights casually slung over a lamp fitting on my kitchen wall (which probably says more about my shabby housekeeping skills than it does about the abrupt passage of time).