Hennessy New Irish Writing: Home by Nathan O'Donnell

Home by Nathan O'Donnell

The Peacock is hopping. You can always rely on that much. You'd go for a drink on a Sunday afternoon in Dublin and even with a big gang of us it's dead. It's depressing is what it is. But back home, back in the Peacock, with the girls, the place is to the rafters.

I needed this, after the week I've had. People from home. Barry in his pillarbox jeans. Claire dancing next to him, giving it socks. Bit of music. People make the effort. Sandra with her lace collar dress and her beehive - and the fringe - she does my head in but yeah, she looks topper.