But man does not live on romance alone and Seamus needs to get to the bottom of his general uselessness, spurred on as always by his ever-the-realist father, who prophesised his mediocrity from an early age. Seamus continues to underachieve whilst struggling to interpret his auld lad’s advice and watered-down compliments – ’You weren’t as bad as I often saw ya’, ’They must be badly stuck, if they asked you’, and the classic ’What kind of an eejit are ya?’ – all while capturing the innocence and the absurdity of rural life in 1980s and 1990s Ireland.
As always, O’Rourke finds diamond-tipped-needles in bales of really bad hay, providing more laughter and stories of mayhem for fans.
