‘So let’s only let the ones in who have skills. Not any old drunkard or layabout’, says your Dad. Ponderous just for a second, you suddenly notice the festive song that is blaring out of the CD player – Fairytale of New York. One of your Dad’s favourites.
‘What about Shane McGowan? He’s an immigrant, a drunkard… presumably a layabout. If he’d never have been allowed into this country because he wasn’t a surgeon, we’d never have had this timeless piece of art. What about that then?’
You’ve got him there.
‘In fact, let’s have a look at just how many of our showbiz greats come from Irish stock’ you say, googling furiously.