I didn't need to see the film. Back in 1985 I wept with relief and joy when the Quantas plane arrived at Dublin Airport, and I knew that within an hour or so, I'd be winging my way out of a relentlessly depressing country and its vile weather,medieval views, 30% unemployment, ghastly roads, rampant crime and all the other shit the blarneying leprechauns of the Irish Tourist Board never told anyone about.
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