A QUIET CHRISTMAS. The goose was quartered expertly. Your man has that ability. Learnt he says in the days before he became a revolutionary. When he had a life he says. In between Fleadh Ceoil and a short stint as a civil servant, he served his time at the butchering. In those days apprenticeships meant something. He says. Wee Boots was well pleased with the goose. He didn’t pass any remarks on how well it was quartered. Which is just as well, seeing as he got the biggest quarter. As well as a very fine ham. And a goodly chunk of corned beef. And some wonderful soup. Wee Boots was dressed as a Bedouin. He was holding court – or whatever Bedouins do when the Bedouins receive guests - in the front room. Me and your man let on not to notice his attire. We presented our gifts. Wee boots was delighted with the savouries. He served us a cup of camomile and a forkful of pickled red cabbage. He and his brother were discussing the merits of thermal wear. Particularly tops. His brother didn’t ...