Ask Audrey: C’mere what’s the story with a one-night scoring pass?

Sorting out Cork people for ages.

My late father went a bit daft in his final year and got it into his head that he was from the northside. (He ruined Christmas Dinner last year when he looked at my mother-in-law and shouted, “You do be the bulb off-a my Nana Bridie”.) 

To make matters worse, he put in the will that his ashes should be scattered, by his children, up in Fair Hill. (Apparently it’s an actual place.)