Lighten Up: Guarding Cork's Christmas knickers

Thirty years ago, if you were looking for Auld Lehane, you wouldn't find him out here on this farm in Kilmichael, busily carrying buckets across the yard to feed two hungry calves...

The Christmas season, as you can imagine, was extremely busy and one where the crime of shoplifting, the art of stuffing three pairs of underwear down inside your own, was widespread.

Long before I became the great, and indeed much sought after, man of Irish farming, I had a whole host of other jobs.

You name it, I probably did it. And I was mighty good at it too.