What are we like?


Sir, – It falls to me to apologise for letting Fintan O’Toole down. Like many Irish people I have been slack and undisciplined in front of the neighbours. I have tested and tasted too much of this world of luxury. I have drunk that second glass of Bulgarian merlot, lolled around watching the World Cup and wolfed down the last Rolo. In secular penitence I am now going to go west to the barren wastes of the Burren to live on locusts and wild honey. Come, Fintan and all frugal people, come dance with me in the Real Ireland. – Yours, etc,


The Paddocks Crescent,


Co Dublin