It was a family holiday somewhere in the Republic of Ireland. I don’t remember the name of the town, but it must have been a Sunday in the 1970s and, being Roman Catholic, my family had gone along to mass in the local church. It was packed.
So packed the congregation spilled on to the street. In my memory, a bunch of men were standing outside, smoking and possibly even drinking. Whatever they were up to, they certainly weren’t listening to the service. [READ MORE]