Smokehouse fish, gourmet sausages, handmade cheese from West Cork … The Irish are essentially artisans, W. says, as we wander the English Market. They're artisans at heart, and it is as artisans that they'll survive, long after the collapse of the Celtic Tiger.
Ah, that's what we lack, he says, the capacity to do anything with our hands. But we could learn!
Perhaps we should move to Ireland to sit out the catastrophe. We could move hear and rear rare breeds of goat and sheep. W. imagines me milking furiously. This milk tastes strange, I tell him, wiping it from my mouth. - 'That's not milk, you idiot, it's sperm', W. says.
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