There’s no cure from a wallop of an angry mother’s umbrella

It’s almost here. The Championship. So many captivating stories are set to unfold, writes John Divilly.

Heading west last Friday, the car needed juice. I needed juice.

Applegreen on the M4 where thousands of cars and people are fuelled up heading west. Standing in the queue, I overheard two elderly gentlemen discussing their weekend trip to Castlebar. “We’ve a few niggles. I’m a bit worried. Jesus, we could be bet.”