Maud was waked in our house for one reason and one reason only. Mammy insisted. I wanted her to be brought to the cathedral to lie overnight as soon as she could be boxed and then on to the cemetery after mass in the morning but Mammy wasn’t having it. Fucking hypocrite. The face she showed to the world would have made you sick. She was letting on to be the selfless neighbour that wanted to give Maud a good send-off and she was landing me with all the arrangements. Typical. And of course she was showing up Majella Doherty Maud’s neighbour on the other side that hadn’t spoken to her for years over Maud puncturing a ball that Majella’s weans had accidentally kicked into her back yard.
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HumorTHE YEAR is 1968 and the Swinging Sixties are still swinging - though not in Ireland. But wait! An old woman dies in a northern Irish town and her wake becomes a rendezvous for lesbians, bisexuals and political revolutionaries. And in there among t...
