As July signals the start of the ritual marching season for our Orange brethren, in readiness for their huge Twelfth of July rallies, on the other side of the historic border which is convulsing this chaotic Brexit business, ye will please forgive me, for strolling down Memory Lane.

The fuss and furore these winter days over the increasingly likely prospect of a hard border around the neck of this little island fascinates me lately.