Sorcha, a ghrá mo chroí, how could you mistake me? It's not every poster who puts your fine self up with Maud Gonne and her hurling the little streets upon the great, and the eternally feisty Caoimhe and sure I'd marry you myself for that passion and fieryness in the morning but for you're a city girl and city girls don't feed us country lads properly. Alas! It is beyond funny watching all these British nationalist upstarts tell you what your identity is, and that your country is British. To paraphrase Anthony Daly this afternoon about the Kilkenny team, you're like Pacman, you just eat all the little fuckers up as they come at you. God bless you.