Ask Audrey has been sorting out Cork people for years

Donât worry about not knowing any of the prayers in English. Neither will any of the other parents. You should be prepared to be the whitest woman in the place. While your daughter is finding a place for Jesus in her heart, the Glounthaune set will be finding a place for Cocoa Brown on their arms and legs. Try not to laugh. And finally, it is not unusual for an Irish parent to stand outside the church with a megaphone shouting, âWe spent two grand on her dress.â Of course you wonât hear this in more sophisticated areas like Sundayâs Well. Because anything short of five grand there is a complete no-no.
There are a couple of decent beer gardens on Douglas Street and North Main Street. These are perfect if you fancy drinking next to a student from Thurles who has someone elseâs vomit in his ear. (Itâs a long story. Heâll insist on telling you. Then heâll lob the gob.) Actually, the best place to enjoy a sunshine drink in Cork this week was my back garden. The two hot Italian DJs next door were lounging around topless. (Lucky I bought those perving binoculars in Aldi.) You can call over if you like. Bring binoculars for yourself and a set of ear plugs for me. (Couldnât be listening to you.)
I guessed as much. Forget about two women, it would be more in your line to find a new husband. Iâm sure Cork is full of caring men who would gladly include you in their threesome. (I can give you a few numbers if you like.) But look, I understand that a lot of marriages in Blackrock are more open than a Dockerâs pub at 7 in the morning. So if you insist on looking for two open-minded women, I hear they get up to all sorts in Mitchelstown.
Iâd recommend you eat in the hotel. They put on a nice spread for culchies who are afraid to go out in case they have to negotiate a set of traffic lights. If you do head into town, there is no shortage of places that will charge you 20 quid for a burger and chips. Itâs a fiver for the food and 15 quid for the fact that the waiter has a cool beard. Finally, I wouldnât recommend a tapas restaurant. Thatâs the Spanish for âItâs not supposed to be dinner, youâll be starving in half an hour.â
I hear a lot of posh Cork women are going for home births now. Itâs a great distraction from the pain apparently, telling the midwife how much your kitchen cost in between contractions. Not to mention screaming at said midwife to move her Ford Fiesta around the back before someone sees it.
There is no room for mistakes when youâre part of posh Cork.
While your daughter is finding a place for Jesus in her heart, the Glounthaune set will be finding a place for Cocoa Brown on their arms and legs