Troy Parrott, Pat Rabbitte and that Italia 90 Feeling

'I haven't felt this alive since 1990'I talk about Troy Parrott being the nation's hero and how this is all smacking of Italia 90, when our dads were forced to step outside their comfort zone and eat lasagne for the first time. I touch upon rumours swirling around the Epstein Files and even more evidence, as if we needed it, that the world is run by perverts and how when born with a terrible surname the only solution is to get ahead of the bullies and embrace the slag by basking in self-loathing.I talk about the HORRENDOUS nickname I earned for approximately two decades which has me so conflicted about my son playing football for Dingle.We're namedropping Pat Rabbitte and reminiscing about him digging holes in dirt with his bare hands, spurred on by a determination to bring MSN to the masses.Finally, I ask the big questions: did Irish mams invent gnocchi? Is Peig Sayers my grandmother? Will I ever be loved by a person other than my dad? It's the big comedy questions. Thanks so much for listening and for being here, it means the world! Love yas, J x