Céilís, letters home, and a cheeky coven: Summer memories from the Gaeltacht

"Did my Irish improve? Níl mé cinnte, but I did learn 'Tháinig mo shlabhra as mo rothar' - it was my excuse every time I was late for class."

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Tar liom anois, síos memory lane. It’s the summer of 1994. Marty Pellow is making girls wet, wet, wet, crooning about his fingers and his toes.

Anyone who breaks into a trot gets encouraged to Run, Forrest, Run!