I was, like, staring down the barrel of middle age with the contentment of knowing that I was the greatest Irish rugby player no one in Ireland had ever actually heard of. Until a chance conversation with an old Jesuit missionary made me realise that it wasn’t enough. Vintage RO’CK.
A Ghost in the Throat
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