Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Níl Aon Leigheas Ar An nGrá

"He's my brother from another mother" said the Jaffa Cake, nodding in Rob's immaculately coiffed direction, "and she's my common-law wife".

I sit back, sip my caipirinha, take stock. How much has he had to drink?

Later, I introduce the Jaffa Cake's brother to another friend, to whom I have only just introduced the Jaffa Cake. "This is my common-law brother-in-law" I say, by way of an explanation. Ben looks confused, then grabs me by the shoulders, shouting "CONGRATULATIONS!!!" before wrapping me up in a bear-hug. "No no" I splutter, "I just mean that we have spouse membership at the gym".