It is a paper that belongs in the last century. I doubt very much that any young Irish person living and working in London wants to read about "Big Teasie meeting a tall dark Yank along a mountain road in Kerry" or what day of the week the town market is held in "Bally go bog."

There is another one, "Irelands Own", the guy I lived with in Fulham used to buy it, Christ it was full of ghost stories, worshipping saints and ole yarns from the rocks of Donegal.

I imagine the days of the local priests in Ireland ruling the towns or villages with fear and respect are long gone.

Clearly there wasn't enough red headed colleens interested in mass schedules and burley strapping young men with shovels walking the streets of England willing to buy it.