“Are you Colm’s brother”? … “No, he’s my brother!”

Celebrating underage sporting successes with the copious consumption of crisps and minerals is a tradition which, one suspects, extends far beyond these shores. It would be wagered, also, that such practices are utterly frowned upon now by elements of a society far too conscious of itself. Ah, for simpler times… Continue reading ““Are you Colm’s brother”? … “No, he’s my brother!””