“If we had a rainy season, we’d have less to torment ourselves with”

THE RAIN, it rains on the just and the unjust. And has been doing so forever. Complaining about the weather in Ireland is like Mrs Lincoln complaining about the play.

It’s a useless critique, and quite beside the point of it.

Ireland is a place of profound wetness, a country so saturated it’s a wonder our babies aren’t coming out with gills on. It’s no good moaning, you just have to get your plastic anorak for a fiver and go about your business.