Suzanne Harrington: Radio discussion about teen sex a big turn-off
After a long lockdown-induced absence, I’m pootling through Cork on a second-hand bicycle. The sun is out. The people are out.
I have so many questions. Like, what are cyclists meant to do when the cycle lane suddenly disappears with an abrupt Crioch, before turning into a car-whizzing road with a hard shoulder the width of a pencil? Do we do an ET, and cycle skyward? And why does a string of chillis in the market cost almost as much as a second-hand bicycle? How does anyone afford to eat here, unless they live on frozen peas? Which house on the Blackrock waterfront, thronged with Lululemon and golden retrievers, belongs to Ask Audrey’s Reggie, Captain of Cork Industry?
