Saturday night, and random people are ‘hanging out’ at Casa de Hails. Amongst these, two American guys I’ve never met before, who are visiting our local American friends. Late in the evening, one of them wanders into the living room where a few of us are contentedly watching Father Ted. “Hey,” he says, a quizzical expression on his face. [...]
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