No luck but you couldn’t call it a day wasted on voyage of self-discovery

One man.

Twenty quid. No sense. The voyage of self-discovery continues.

Half one. The day was progressing like any normal one would; settled down in front of RTÉ for some high drama, occasional outbreaks of nationalist fervour, a few more fatalities than you’d expect and, let’s face it, one or two fancies worth keeping an eye on.