The culture is at the very heart of why they have mental & physical health issues, lack of educational and employment prospects etc etc etc. So you canât have it both ways
Rathkeale at Christmas is unreal. I think I told the story here before about stopping for petrol in there around Christmas a few years ago and some young fella in front of me, trying to pay for his sweets in Thai Batt.
Missing the funeral of a woman whose house you practically lived in as a child. A neighbour down home, I drifted from her son over the years, but the woman was an absolute dote and never minded having a scatter of us tormenting her for hours on end. Cancer took her, very quickly as well. Fucking sickened over it, Iâd have liked to have been there to pay my respects, for whatever itâd be worth