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Irish Times
3 days ago
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- Irish Times
‘He obviously decided that he'd wasted his life, focusing on career, marriage and family goals'
Sorcha tells me that I need to do something and obviously, I'm like, 'Er – as in?' Yeah, no, Angela – the wife of my brother slash half-brother – has been on the phone from the States and Sorcha is running out of excuses. I'm fixing breakfast for the boys when the dude eventually arrives downstairs in the company of a woman named Rowena, who wears leather trousers, has a smoker's cough and works – so she says – in, like, hospitality? She goes, 'I wouldn't say no to a coffee.' READ MORE And Sorcha's like, 'Well, if the walk of shame takes you through Dalkey village, I can recommend the Country Bake.' I love my wife, but – yeah, no – she can be colder than a witch's tit. Rowena, by the way, is the third random woman that Brett has brought home this week. 'So come on, tell us,' Sorcha goes – this is right in front of her, by the way – 'where did you meet this one?' It's Rowena who answers. She's like, 'Tinder,' and then the woman looks at me and sort of, like, narrows her eyes, like I do when I'm trying to add two numbers together, and goes, 'Do I know you from somewhere?' I'm there, 'If you're a rugby fan, then possibly?' She's like, 'No, nothing to do with rugby, no,' in her husky voice. 'Your face is just–' I put a cup of coffee in front of her, portly to shut her up, but also because it's nice to be nice. Sorcha goes, 'Brett, Angela has been ringing – as in, like, your wife?' I think she's expecting a reaction form Rowena to the news that he's married. But she doesn't respond in any way. Just sips her coffee. It's not her first rodeo. I'm there, 'No, I'm most definitely not on the apps,' except at the same time I can feel my face flush? — Ross Sorcha goes, 'She said she's been trying your cell.' He's there, 'I lost my cell.' Sorcha's like, 'How can you be on Tinder if you've lost your cell?' Very little gets past her. Twenty years of being married to me will do that to you. Rowena goes, 'That's how I know your face! Are you on the apps?' I'm there, 'No, I'm most definitely not on the apps,' except at the same time I can feel my face flush? She's like, 'We've definitely met.' Brian, Johnny and Leo are unusually quiet. They're just, like, staring at this woman, open-mouthed. Johnny is actually looking at her chest. Like father, like son, I'm hugely tempted to say. Sorcha cops it too. She goes, 'Johnny, eat your cereal,' and then, at the same time, she gestures to me with her eyes that she wants a word in, like, private? Thirty seconds later, we're outside in the gorden and Sorcha is going, 'Ross, what the actual fock?' I'm there, 'Yeah, no, I'll tell him to go. I'll tell him that we don't approve of this kind of behaviour under our roof,' at the same time hating myself for sounding like Sorcha's old man. She goes, 'Ross, what did you say to him?' I'm there, 'Excuse me?' because I knew I'd end up getting the blame for this. She's like, 'The way he's carrying on, Ross, it's very – I don't even want to say it – but very you behaviour?' I'm there, 'I knew I'd end up being blamed.' She goes, 'It's not a question of blame. I'm just asking, what did you do to encourage this?' I'm like, 'Fock-all, Sorcha. And I mean that literally. The goys – we're talking Christian, we're talking JP, we're talking Oisinn, we're talking, in fairness, Fionn – may have told him some stories about my carry-on over the years in terms of rugby and in terms of – yeah, no – the deadlier of the species. And Brett, who may have already been in, like, midlife crisis mode, decided that I was – yeah, no – some kind of, like, role model to him?' Sorcha goes, 'Oh, Jesus – God help him.' It's nice to see that Sorcha – while being a very, very good person – remains, at hort, an out-and-out south Dublin snob I'm like, 'Excuse me?' because it sounded like a bit of a dig. She's there, 'I just mean – actually, I don't know what I mean? But this can't continue. It was Amory on Saturday night, Summer on Wednesday night and, I don't know, what did she say her name was?' I'm there, 'Rowena,' a little too quickly for Sorcha's liking. 'She said she works in, like, hospitality?' She's like, 'Rowena – whatever. With her leather trousers and a focking black bra showing through a white shirt.' And it's nice to see that Sorcha – while being a very, very good person – remains, at hort, an out-and-out south Dublin snob. She goes, 'Ross, you have to talk to him.' I'm there, 'Excuse me?' She's like, 'Ross, he's only in Ireland because of you. You were the one who–' I'm there, 'Don't say it. Do not say it.' She's like, 'I'm going to say it, Ross. You corrupted him.' I go, 'I didn't corrupt him? Like I said, the goys made me out to be some kind of absolute rugby legend and he obviously decided that he'd wasted his life, focusing on career, marriage and family goals.' She's like, 'Ross, even without being directly responsible, you basically caused this? You're going to have to talk to him and tell him that this can't continue.' So – yeah, no – no choice in the matter, I end up agreeing to have a word with the dude. So we tip back into the kitchen. I could be wrong but it looks like Rowena has undone another shirt button. I'm there, 'Dude, all that shit the goys told you about my rugby career–' He goes, 'It was inspiring.' I'm like, 'Yes, I accept that. But no good can come of you trying to live like me.' He's there, 'Why not? I mean, look at you!' It's lovely for me to hear. I'm there, 'That's lovely for me to hear. But you have everything going for you back in the States, in terms of – yeah, no – a hot wife, a beautiful home, a couple of, in fairness, kids–' He cuts me off. He's like, 'Well, maybe I don't want that any more. Maybe that's not the end of the rainbow for me.' I'm there, 'Oh, you're telling me that's the end of your rainbow,' flicking my thumb in Rowena's general postcode and hating myself for it. 'Dude, that woman is not the end of anyone's rainbow.' Rowena goes, 'Oh my God, I remembered how I know you now. I was with you a few years ago – when you crashed the porty for the closing of the Berkeley Court?' And I'm like, 'Sorcha, we were almost certainly on a break at the time.'
Irish Times
17-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Irish Times
Honor goes, ‘People will talk about my speech for years to come. And that's just in the libel courts'
This is most definitely not how it was supposed to be? Yeah, no, Sorcha dreamt that one day she would have a daughter who would follow in her footsteps as head girl of Mount Anville, but she's actually dreading what's going to happen tonight, when Honor delivers the valedictory at the sixth-year graduation. 'Can I even read your speech?' Sorcha goes. But Honor's like, 'There's no speech. What I have to say is all in my head.' This is us in the cor, by the way, on the way to the school. READ MORE I'm there, 'What, you're going to freestyle it? In fairness, I did something similar before Seapoint played Bruff in the famous Division 2B relegation clash back in the day. People were in actual tears.' Sorcha looks at me like I'm the postman telling her there's duty owed on one of her online purchases. She's like, 'That's not focking helpful, Ross.' I'm there, 'Fine, I'll stay out of it. Will there be drink at this thing?' Yeah, no, Sorcha's driving tonight. Honor goes, 'No, no drink – that's why I preloaded.' I thought I smelled vodka when she was getting into the cor. Sorcha's less worried about her daughter having a few straighteners than she is about what people might think of her skills as a mother. Yes, we're those kind of people. She goes, 'I really wish you'd written a speech?' Honor's like, 'What, so you could redline it? So you could censor my thoughts?' Sorcha's there, 'No one is talking about censorship, Honor. I'd just like to know what you're going to say in advance, forewarned being foreormed.' Honor's like, 'All I will tell you is that there's going to be a little something in it for everyone.' Honor is quite nasty with drink on her. Takes after her grandmother I'm there, 'That's nice, Honor,' because I have faith in our daughter, even though she's never given me any cause for it. She's like, 'The fakers. The sleeveens. The hypocrites. They're all going to get a mench tonight.' 'Or,' Sorcha goes, 'you could choose to say something inspirational. You could say something that touches people's horts, that defines what it means to be a member of the Mount Anville class of 2025, that makes people feel – I want to say – uplifted ? You want people to talk about it in years to come, don't you?' Honor's there, 'Oh, people will – trust me. And that's just in the libel courts.' Sorcha goes, 'Did you read the speech I delivered in '98? I sent it to you. I just happened to find it on an old laptop the other day.' Honor's there, 'It must have gone into my junk folder. Best place for it as well.' She's quite nasty with drink on her. Takes after her grandmother. Sorcha goes, 'I can send it to you again if you want. Or I have an MP3 of it on my phone. Ross, will you send it to her? Or better still, play it over the Bluetooth?' Honor's there, 'Don't bother. I've heard you listening to it in the bathroom when you're psyching yourself up to talk at residents association meetings.' Sorcha's like, 'Well, people still talk about it – to this day.' ' Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road, ' Honor goes, doing – in fairness – a pretty spot-on impersonation of her old dear. ' Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. ' Sorcha's like, 'I was quoting from a song that was huge at the time, Honor.' And Honor's there, 'Yeah – and it was so focking lame.' Seriously, she's a bad, bad drunk. I can tell that Sorcha's feelings are hurt because she goes quiet then. She literally says nothing between Foxrock Church and the bottom of Trees Road in Merrion. There's very little we can do except sit there smiling and hope we don't get mentioned ourselves — Ross Then she goes, 'At least my year as head girl meant something. As Sister Austrebertha said – and I'm paraphrasing here – there is an amazing, amazing contentment that comes from knowing you made a difference.' Honor's like, 'Er, I made a difference?' And that's when Sorcha ends up losing it with her. She goes, 'You closed down the school magazine, you turned the girls in your year against each other and you made a fortune off their backs from the annual skiing trip.' Honor goes, 'Well, no one can say it was boring.' Sorcha goes, 'You've undermined democracy, taken the concept of civility out of politics and used what was once considered a respected office to grift for yourself. You're actually no better than him .' Honor's like, 'Who?' Sorcha's there, 'You know I've made a vow never to say his actual name out loud.' Honor's like, 'Trump?' And Sorcha's there, 'Yes – him .' I actually thought she was talking about my old man – which says a lot. 'And now,' Sorcha goes, 'you're about to use your position to settle old scores against your fellow students.' 'And teachers,' Honor goes. 'One or two of them have it coming to them as well.' Sorcha's like, 'Well, I'm not going to let you do it.' Honor's there, 'What are you going to do about it?' I'm like, 'She's right, Sorcha. There's very little we can do except sit there smiling and hope we don't get mentioned ourselves. We're not going to get mentioned, are we, Honor?' What happened to free speech? — Honor Sorcha goes, 'Oh, there's something we can do, all right,' and in that moment she suddenly pulls on the steering wheel, mounts the kerb and slams on the brake. Honor's like, 'Oh my God, she's totally lost it. Dad, she needs to be on something – she's going through the change and it's not fun for any of us.' Sorcha says nothing in response. Instead, she kills the engine, opens her door and gets out – then she slams it closed and centrally locks the cor. Honor's like, 'What the fock are you doing?' But she knows. I mean, I know and I'm famously slow on the uptake. She tries the door handle and she's there, 'Let me out of here – now!' But Sorcha goes, 'No, Honor, I'm afraid I can't do that.' Honor's like, 'I'm going to miss my graduation!' Sorcha's there, 'Yes, Honor, that's the intention. I love Mount Anville and everything it stands for far too much to allow you to drag its name through the mud.' Honor's there, 'What happened to free speech?' And Sorcha goes, 'It's only for those who use it responsibly.' Honor turns on me then? She's like, 'Do something, you dick!' But I'm there, 'I can't – she's locked it from the outside.' She looks at Sorcha through the window and in a chilling voice goes, 'I'm going to get you back for this.'
Irish Times
02-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Irish Times
Honor is staring at Brett like he's an ATM and she's sitting in a JCB, trying to work the levers
Brett asks me what she was like when she was younger. I'm like, 'Who?' He goes, 'Our mother.' And it's random because I've never thought of the old dear ever being – like he said – young. READ MORE Of course, there's a lot of things I could say in answer to his question. I could tell him that she never forgave me for her waters breaking in the Turner Exhibition Room in the National Gallery. I could tell him that she brought me back to Holles Street after a month and told them they'd accidentally given her the wrong baby ('This one's stupid,' being her exact words). I could tell him that when other mothers were teaching their children to read, she was teaching me how to mix the perfect vodka mortini. But I don't – because that's the softie in me. 'Yeah, no, she was fine,' I go, 'when she wasn't doing evil. I suppose I've always thought of the woman as a sort of Lord Voldemort in Chanel No 5, if you can imagine such a thing.' The dude looks shocked. Sorcha's there, 'This is my husband's idea of a joke – you'll get used to it.' He laughs and goes, 'Hey, I'm told I have something of the Irish sense of humour myself!' This is us having dinner in Honalee, by the way. Sorcha's done her famous Marry Me Chicken and now we're having dessert. As usual, she's out to make an impression. She's there, 'Honor? Boys? No devices at the table.' Honor's like, 'Er, since when ?' And – yeah, no – the girl has a point. We discovered long ago that Apple make the best tablets for sedating kids. Sorcha goes, 'Since always – remember ?' and she's suddenly trying to communicate something to Honor with her eyes; in other words, let's just pretend we're other people – better people. Dude, you haven't even been here a day. Wait until you've been exposed to us for a week — Ross Sorcha goes, 'Ross was saying you have kids, Brett.' The dude's there, 'Well, I wouldn't describe them as kids any more. They're both in their 20s now. Molly's at Columbia and Dorian's at Princeton.' 'Oh my God,' Sorcha goes, 'there was talk of me going to Horvard at one stage – although I decided not to in the end,' and she shoots me a look across the table to remind me that this is somehow my fault, as if her old man doesn't already bring it up four or five times a year. He whips out of his phone, calls up a photograph, then hands the thing to Sorcha. 'Oh my God,' she goes, 'I can actually see Fionnuala in them!' 'Poor fockers,' I go. 'Gimme a look?' She's like, 'My husband's sense of humour again,' and she hands the thing to me. They're a ringer for her all right. Weak chins and cruel eyes. I'm there, 'What hotel is that in the background?' And the dude goes, 'That's not a hotel, Ross – that's our house.' I'm like, 'Fock off!' Sorcha goes, 'We don't swear in this house, Ross, remember?' 'Gimme a look,' Honor goes, snatching the phone from me. 'Oh! My God! What the fock do you do for a living?' I'm glad she asked. He's already told me twice but I found it boring and stopped listening mid-explanation. He goes, 'I'm an ophthalmic surgeon.' See what I mean? I've no idea what that even is – in fact, I've already forgotten what he said again. Honor's like, 'So are you, like, loaded?' Sorcha goes, 'Honor, that is such a rude question to ask.' I'm there, 'But it's out there now, Sorcha, so why don't we just let the man answer?' Brett laughs and goes, 'Angela, my wife – she sold two start-ups.' Again, I've no idea what that even means and I'm sure I'll forget it instantly. But not the gaff. It's the size of the Powerscourt Hotel. Honor is staring at the dude like he's an ATM and she's sitting in a JCB, trying to figure out how to work the levers. I'm guessing I'm looking at him the same way. He goes, 'Honor, you should come over and stay some time.' I'm there, 'Jesus, I wouldn't wish that on you, Brett,' because he is my half-brother after all. 'Genuinely.' Sorcha's like, 'It'd be great for you to experience the States, Honor, like I did when I was your age?' Honor goes, 'I'm not focking chambermaiding in Cape Cod. Anyway, I doubt if I'd be let into the States because of my conviction for criminal damage.' Jesus, talk about a conversation stopper. Luckily, Johnny breaks the tension by smashing Leo across the face with his iPad, then me and Sorcha end up having to separate them and send them to their rooms. Sorcha goes, 'I'm so sorry, Brett. They're not usually like this.' Her ability to lie with a straight face would have Sr Austrebertha spinning in her grave like Simone Biles on the parallel bors. He goes, 'Are you kidding? I love the way you all are with each other!' I'm like, 'Dude, you haven't even been here a day. Wait until you've been exposed to us for a week.' He's there, 'No, I mean it. I sometimes think that Angela and I were too hard on our kids. We never allowed them to express themselves.' Just as I struggle to think of her as a young woman, I find it impossible to think of her as no longer here I'm like, 'You can have ours if you want them.' He laughs like he thinks I'm joking. I'm there, 'I actually mean it?' 'Fock you!' Leo shouts down the stairs. Brett goes, 'I just love the way you all say whatever's on your mind.' 'Speaking of which,' Honor goes, 'I'm thinking of going on the pill,' and Sorcha ends up nearly choking on her double cherry semifreddo. When she's finally coughed it up, Brett does a big yawn and says he's pooped and Sorcha suggests that I show him to his room. On the stairs, he goes, 'So do you want to go and see Fionnuala together – maybe tomorrow?' I'm like, 'Er, yeah, no, whatever.' He goes, 'I think it'd be nice for her to see the two of us together before, well, you know.' I'm there, 'Before what? No, I don't know.' 'Ross,' he goes, 'Fionnuala is going to die.' I feel my mouth fall open. Because just as I struggle to think of her as a young woman, I find it impossible to think of her as no longer here. 'Not at all,' I go. 'That woman will live forever – to spite me, mainly.' But he's like, 'Ross, it's coming. Very soon. She's knows it too.'
Extra.ie
30-04-2025
- General
- Extra.ie
Disbelief as average age of Irish brides revealed
Social media users have reacted to the average age of Irish brides. Statistics from the Central Statistics Office revealed an increase in the age of brides — and grooms — in recent years. 2023 saw 21,159 marriages take place, 646 of which were same-sex. Social media users have reacted to the average age of Irish brides. Pic: Getty Images As a whole, the number of marriages that took place declined. However, the number of same-sex weddings increased by 4.5% – up from 618 in 2922. The age of brides and grooms all increased, providing plenty of hope for those still looking for the 'one.' The average age of grooms saying, 'I do,' saw a slight increase from 37.4 years old to 37.7 years old. Hearing that the average Irish bride was 36 years old last year has completely rewired my brain. 36 is the new 26 and 26 is the new 16. We are all just teenagers — Sorcha 🇮🇪🇵🇸 (@sorcham12) April 29, 2025 The average age of brides tying the knot also saw an increase with the 2023 figure at 35.8 years old. In 1973, the average age of an Irish woman getting married stood at 24.8 years. This increased to 25.4 in 1983. One social media user reacted to the stats, sharing that it had 'completely rewired' her brain. 2023 saw 21,159 marriages take place, 646 of which were same-sex. Pic: Getty Images Sorcha said: 'Hearing that the average Irish bride was 36 years old last year has completely rewired my brain. 36 is the new 26 and 26 is the new 16. We are all just teenagers.' Fellow social media users took to the comments in appreciation of the CSO figures. One commented: 'We needed this,' while another shared: 'Oh my god I was a child bride at 29.' A third added: 'So I still have a chance is what you're saying.' Elsewhere, the CSO broke down the types of ceremonies with religious ceremonies making up the majority at 60%. Of the religious ceremonies, more than half were Roman Catholic. Civil ceremonies made up the majority of non-religious ceremonies with 32% of all marriages being civil ceremonies.
Irish Times
26-04-2025
- Entertainment
- Irish Times
It's finally here, the day that I meet my brother slash half-brother
So it's finally here, the day that I meet my brother slash half-brother, and Sorcha has gone into full Fussapalooza mode. She goes, 'And don't keep bringing the conversation back to rugby.' I'm there, 'Hey, I'm capable of talking about more than just rugby, Sorcha.' She's like, 'Ross, you literally took out your Leinster Schools Senior Cup medal when we sat down with the priest to talk about getting married.' READ MORE I'm there, 'He asked me what did I have hanging around my neck. He thought it was, like, a cross of some sort.' 'I'm just making the point,' she goes, 'that Brett might not want to talk about rugby.' I'm there, 'I wouldn't blame him. The States didn't even quality for the last World Cup. The first time it's happened since 1995.' She's like, 'See what I mean? You're incapable of talking about anything else.' This is us sitting in the cor – on the way to the airport , by the way? I'm there, 'So what else is there then?' She's like, 'What, to talk about?' 'Yeah, no,' I go. 'I'm asking that as someone who has zero interest in anyone who (a) doesn't like rugby or (b) doesn't want to sleep with me.' She smiles and she whips out her phone, suddenly in her element. She goes, 'Oh my God, I wrote a huge piece on conversational etiquette for the Mount Anville Alumni Business Networking Alliance blog last year. It was based on research I did for the Mock Interviews we sat at school.' I'm there, 'Why do I suddenly feel like you were steering the conversation in this direction?' If you could choose one superpower, what would it be? 'In my case, I would say the ability to do a one-ormed push-up. Like Heaslip' 'Okay,' she goes, 'here are some conversational ice breakers.' I'm like, 'Be quick, Sorcha,' because – yeah, no – I'm just about to take the exit for the airport. She's there, 'What book are you currently reading, including audiobooks?' I'm like, 'That's easy. Obsessed by Johnny Sexton – for, like, the third time.' 'I'm not asking you , Ross – this is what you're going to ask Brett.' 'I'm going to morch up to a brother I didn't even know existed until a few months ago and I'm going to ask him what book he's currently reading?' 'Including audiobooks.' 'Doesn't sound very me, Sorcha.' 'Well, it doesn't have to be the first question you ask? There's others here. Your dream dinner porty, for instance. Who's at the table?' 'Campbell, Ward, O'Gara, Sexton, O'Driscoll, O'Connell, D'Arcy, the two Kearneys, Lowe, Cullen, Furlong, Cheika, O'Brien and Schmidt. Next?' 'Again, it's a question that you're going to ask him ?' 'Well, I'll have my answer ready if he goes, 'And what about you, Ross?'' 'Okay, what's the most memorable holiday slash vacation you've ever taken.' 'That's a no-brainer in my case. The Rugby World Cup in Australia in 2003. Me and the goys in a camper van.' 'You wouldn't have said our honeymoon, no?' 'Keep going, Sorcha. We're at the airport roundabout already.' 'Here's one – a fun one, if you feel like the conversation is becoming a bit too heavy. If you could choose one superpower, what would it be?' 'In my case, I would say the ability to do a one-ormed push-up. Like Heaslip. Did I say Heaslip when I was talking about my dream dinner porty?' 'Er, I don't think so.' 'What the fock is wrong with me? You better put Heaslip down. He'd be very hurt if he found out I didn't invite him. And Zebo! Put Zebo!' 'What was the last film you watched and what did you like slash dislike about it?' 'This dude is going to think I'm a weirdo.' [ 'I hate my children too. Like, how could three kids of mine turn out to be such dicks?' Opens in new window ] 'Again, these questions are just for if the conversation storts sagging. What's the most valuable piece of advice you've ever been given?' 'Something by Father Denis Fehily. I would have thought that was obvious.' 'But what, Ross?' 'They're all written in my Rugby Tactics Book. We must never stop learning – because life never stops teaching. ' 'I like that one.' ' Hord work beats talent when talent doesn't work hord . I could rattle off 30 or 40 of these just off the top of my head.' 'Well, definitely don't do that.' 'I only will if he asks me to.' I pull into the short-term cor pork. As we're getting out of the cor, she goes, 'Tell me something that's on your Bucket List.' I'm like, 'Me? I was going to say lift the Webb Ellis trophy – except I did that when me, Christian and Oisinn got pissed and gatecrashed that HSBC corporate fun-day in Corlton House in 2015. Before I was famously wrestled to the ground by a bouncer.' She goes, 'I don't think you should tell him any stories that end with you being wrestled to the ground by a bouncer. Not this early in the relationship.' 'It actually ended with me telling him that Hennessy Coghlan-O'Hara was going to take him to the focking cleaners,' I go, 'even though the dude was perfectly within his rights to do what he did. If you pushed me for an answer on the Bucket List question, I would say kick a penalty from halfway at the Aviva. Although I did that as well, bear in mind – when it was still Lansdowne Road.' [ Most schools fear Hennessy Coghlan-O'Hara like they would a typhoid outbreak Opens in new window ] Ten minutes later, we're standing there at the arrival gate. 'Okay, this is a random one,' Sorcha goes. 'If you could be any animal, what would you be and why?' And that's when I suddenly spot the dude, walking through the electric doors, pushing a trolley with two suitcases on it. I recognise him from his photograph on LinkedIn and – yeah, no – the slight resemblance he bears to my old dear, except for the moustache and the thinning hair, neither of which he has. I'm like, 'Hey!' except he doesn't say shit. He walks straight up to me and he just, like, throws his orms around me and we end up standing there for, like, 60 seconds – randomly, just holding each other. And that's when I realise that I'm crying. Behind me, I can hear Sorcha going, 'Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!' Eventually, I tap out and we end up just holding each other at, like, orm's length, looking into each other's eyes. We don't need any of her Mount Anville Alumni Business Networking Alliance questions. It's one of those times when words are totally unnecessary. But because I'm not comfortable with silence, I end up going, 'Did you happen to see Leinster make shit of the Glasgow Warriors?'
