Chapter one

It was in another country, a long time ago, and you’ve got no idea where it was was, so don’t go ask fucking questions, but men were men and women were, well whatever they were, and it was a beautiful night, it was warm and comforting and the music was familiar. Dancing, loving, drinking, smoking, all was good.

And then, it happened. Seamus was in his prime surrounded by his compatriots listening to his boys belting out whatever chords tickled their fancy. Nicola danced past completely unaware of the hierarchy of desires of her competitors in skirts. Seamus.

It did not go unnoticed.

Fuck me, did it happen.

The great undoing.