Illustration by Caty BartholomewAn hour ago I was all set to go out with ye for another whimsical meander through the west in winter, and I had a story in my head about the whereabouts of the best bottle of poitin in Connacht this fall and a recollection of Charlie Chaplin himself once pulling a pint of porter for me on a Good Friday in KerryBut that is all gone now because of something I heard 20 minutes ago which made me both sad and mad I’m sorry about that, but I have to get this off my chest READ MORE