"She’s a tonic - she’ll say anything, that one"

MY FRIEND thinks I could do with a good night out in Cork. 

She’s having none of my, “I’ve never really got the hang of drinking” malarkey anymore, not since she read my column on my sister’s birthday celebrations in Sligo. “Lashing it back and dancing on the bar,” she says, “you’re one of us now. It’s there in print.”

I tell her I’m not in the form for a good night out but this isn’t cutting any ice either; apparently, not being in the form for a good night out is the best indicator of being in need of one.