The Derriere was once a lovely song, poignant and moving. But it's become a whinge.

It always reminds me of the tour of Ireland book written by an English clergyman during the Famine. (Can't remember the name of the book, but it's quoted in one of Cathal Póirtéar's books of contemporary writing brought out for the anniversary of the Great Hunger.)

The man at first found the whole business rather amusing, and giggled to himself in print in a London newspaper about two grey-bearded brothers he saw embracing each other over and over and crying inconsolably as they waited by the dock where one was taking ship.

But by the end of his tour of Ireland he was incandescent with rage, and writing from a very different point of view.

Incidentally, I don't know anything about Weatherly, but with many people identified as English, there's an Irish mother or grandmother/s lurking in the background.

As for the unicorn
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