My old school
My old classmates
My old playground
My old teachers
My old stomping ground
My old team
My old routine
You served me a dish fit for a Limerick boy, a Jesuit boy, a Roman Catholic boy, a professional boy
– doctor, dentist, auctioneer, lawyer, publican, priest, fishmonger, bookseller, architect, accountant, shopkeeper, teacher, vet, insurance broker,
Nothing on the menu for a father, lover, lorry driver, bricklayer, songwriter, carpenter, gardener, bus conductor, poet, vagrant, commercial traveller
In my day…
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 