<|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|><|begin_of_text|>Parents with children in tow stagger onto a waiting train at Donaghmede Dart station. At Heuston, a group of mildly inebriated tourists are trying to navigate the Luas map, while across Dublin transport staff keep watch<wm> over them for a taxi to pick them up for a night of drinking in some of the city's bars.

Seamus O'Brien steps onto the train, clutching a battered old paperback in his hand and struggling to keep his eyes open. "What did they all do, then?" he whispers to the passenger beside him. His friend, Tony, grins at him from across, swaying in his seat.

"What did we get up to?" he asks, and Seamus shrugs.

"No</wm> idea," he replies.

Seamus closes his book. "That's what happens when one has too