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Beer O’Clock. Friday afternoon. I’m next to an ex-colleague, one Mr Ciaran Dolan. We are using computers next to each other. Some things don’t change. Like my pants. update: some things do change. Ciaran renounced the booze, but that still didn’t give him many more years.

“Papa Lazarou.”, they say, “Where have you been the last week or two – we haven’t heard much. Aer you chained to the bed of some brothel?” Now, unusually for me, I haven’t been on the lookout for new wives. I have just been on some pisspot island beach, with very little internet access. And