Celtic Manor a reminder of a lost country

AT TIMES of turmoil like these, we usually go to Breandán O hEithir for consolation.

One of the great man’s best anecdotes centred on two down-and-outs huddling together for warmth on O’Connell Bridge in Dublin one cold winter evening, when a Rolls-Royce hisses past.

‘That’s Murphy the bookie,’ says one of the knights of the road.