In 1990 I went to Portugal and the bhotel/b was full of Irish kids who played and hung out together. For many it was the first time they had interacted in any shape or form. I knew then it was only a matter of time before the issues died b...../b The bRobroyston/b rhubarb fields didn't know if it was a Catholic hand or a Protestant hand who was stealing the fruit of the summer! My Proddie mates would sneak in for free dinners to St Philomenas during the Summer holidays same as me ...
