My wild night with Kieran the dentist was a few days back but I was still only coming round.

Fionnuala had shown some degree of mercy and didn’t grill me too much about my adventure – she even got me a big tub of Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough to soften the hangover.

She did, however, ask about Buckaroo. I had to admit that I hadn’t a clue.

It seemed I got into bed giggling and muttering about the game where you try to load the mining gear on the mule without it rearing up. Older readers will remember…

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I called Kieran, who was sprightly as a mountain goat – he remembered everything.

“Did we go to another pub?”

“Oh yes.” I could sense him smiling as he booted along in his car. “We played pool and you beat me. Won a bloody tenner off me.”

That explained the crumpled tenner in my pocket. “And did we go for an Indian after that?”

“No, we went to the wee old........

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