Ask Audrey: ‘The banter is where you insult someone all night and they can’t say anything, because this is Ireland'
Have you considered talking to your ‘old doll’, rather than just sending her photos of your new tracksuit on Facebook Messenger? I had a great clear the air chat with My Conor. He said, what are you thinking about when we’re making love? I said, that 30 seconds can seem like an eternity.
It do be. My nephew from Douglas went up there once on a cultural exchange, to teach the locals how to say ‘nothing’, instead of norring. (They got a little northside boy in return, who showed them how to stop saying ‘totally’ in answer to every question.) Anyway, my nephew started acting weird and asked Santa for a life-time supply of white socks. The consultant in CUH took one look at him and said, “I have a massive summer house near Barley Cove.” (Aren’t consultants fierce keen to let you know how well they are doing?)
You could try my book on love-making, for Cork men. It’s called Slow Down Jerry, I Can Always Get a Later Bus. My husband, Conor, was asked recently what he thought of the title. He said it was incredibly embarrassing, a woman from Ballinlough admitting that she travels by bus.
#No. I asked my Fashion Forward Niece what’s a Melania Makeover. She said it’s a new thing in the States where women pay a fortune to look like Melania Trump. I said how does it work? She said the doctor announces, “You have to share a bed with Donald Trump” and the patient leaves with a very long face. She’s good for a laugh, the Fashion Forward Niece.
Try after three Jaeger Bombs. ‘The banter’ is where you insult someone all night and they can’t say anything, because this is Ireland. We used to call it the crack, but a lot of our people got arrested when they went looking for it in the States. Now, as for your notion about culchies and gentlemen. Your average bogman grew up around livestock. (Hence the smell.) His first experience of sex involved watching a bull chasing a cow around a small enclosed space, while his father shouted “Cut out the sssh-mall talk, Romeo, I have to be in Dunmanway for half three.” So, don’t get your hopes up.

