Guinness and oysters — or beef and Haut-Brion — in deepest Ireland

In the Spectator offices, my colleague Mary Wakefield and I often end up talking about young people while we’re making tea. She thinks I’m a bit too cocky about civilisation. Apparently when she starts telling me something nutty that she’s seen my generation doing, my eyes start darting madly, looking for a way out. She probably looks