Ray D'Arcy

No, friend zone.

Because then you're going to go friend zone.

we're so knowledgeable about goings on with young people's lives yeah I know like 54 year old talking about Love Island when the average age is like 22 half your is it less than half your age yeah like a third of my age yeah yeah I don't know I don't know maths so I agree with you good man good man you're great at the old maths good man good man

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Snapshots from a feral afternoon.

This was a Munster final whose entire context was framed by the conditions.

Incessant mizzle, that's a great word, turned the surface into a skiddy, untamable sheet of glass.

Wind that swirled and looped erratically.

Harder to trust than a fairground chancer giving tarot readings for a fiver.

The halftime DJ delighted in it all, striking up Here Comes the Rain Again.

30 players walked in the parade.

Nicky Quaid was the only one who covered his hurley with a towel wrapped around it.