“So what do you do for a living?” I was standing at a bar in Wexford and given that there was bingo taking place in the background (I wouldn’t be a wile fan of bingo), I’d fallen into conversation with one of the natives, a short, elderly gentleman with one blue eye and one brown eye. So far, I’d discovered that the man was a retired jockey and that he was married to a woman at least 20 years younger than himself; she was one of the bingo organi…
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