I proclaim that I can’t muster any interest in the 1916 celebrations

I HAVE a confession. I was going to keep quiet about it, but then I read an article at the weekend, and I realised I’m guilty: I just can’t get worked up about 1916. There, I’ve said it. I’ve read everything I can. I’ve tried to dredge up all my school-boy memories.
I even forced myself to sit through all five episodes of Rebellion, and the dreadfully overblown documentary series narrated by Liam Neeson. It has all left me cold.