I’m sure, at some time or another, we’ve all found ourselves scrambling to put on our peace medallions while squinting through pink 60s-style sunglasses we’ve bought for £3. Last week, it was our turn, as my wife and I sat down for a vaguely Beatles-themed videoconference in celebration of my father-in-law Sean’s 70th birthday.
I say ‘vaguely Beatles-themed’ because, once faces started popped up on-screen – in the manner of a Brady Bunch title sequence formed mostly of people from County Meath – it was clear that only a few of us had received that memo.
The event had been arranged by my sister-in-law Aoife and, despite the shameful neglect of
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