Restaurant review: Dillon’s Restaurant, Co Cork

WE SOMETIMES end up in the strangest and most unexpected places for the silliest, unthinking, asleep-at-the-wheel blunders. 

Sometimes, we grandly imagine our adventures as inevitabilities brought on by fate or, if you’re former Mrs US President Nancy Reagan, a particular alignment of the stars and planets decrees whether or not that nascent superpower Grenada might be suppressed for a second time.

For decades, if not centuries, millions of otherwise rational and decent people lived — some amazingly still do — under the weighty cloud of preordination believing that a god of one colour or another — always a colour, never a gender — had mapped out their existence and that any effort they might make would be realigned by their bespoke celestial blueprint.