It’s less of a romance and more of an autopsy—on family, intimacy, and whatever’s left of Irish collective life after the recession.

Let us not merely aspire to the heights of our ancestors from a century ago, but to the heights which they aspired to.

Immersion posting consists of chicken fillet rolls, interjecting “ah shur Jaysus, and immersion induced paranoia amongst menopausal midlands mammies.