Restaurant review: Fenn’s Quay Restaurant, Cork

T’S nearly time to go rooting in the attic to find the green wig and the St Patrick’s cape and crozier, the plastic shillelagh and, if you’re of a certain generation and of an optimistic/desperate disposition, the kiss-me-quick-I’m-Irish hat.

It’s almost time to celebrate our Irishishness, our national saint and day with the usual self destructive abandon.

Maybe we should embrace the St Patrick’s Day festivities with renewed vigour because it can’t be too long more before we’re told that it is inappropriate, in a multicultural society where all traditions are afforded parity of esteem, that a legend around an enslaved Welsh swineherd with a non-inclusive attitude towards snakes and a message from God, can be elevated to such pre-eminence because it might cause offence to those of other traditions.