Follow that brionglóid
You can maybe put down to a bout of synchronised national inhaling last night.
It came at about twenty past ten, when every man in Ireland watching the documentary on the Ó hAilpín brothers took a deep breath in an effort to flatten his stomach as much as possible. This was the point during the programme at which middle brother Setanta strolled down the hallway of his home in Australia, showing off a physique on which an amazing variety of muscles were jostling for attention.