"Chicken ballotine?" asked the waiter. “That’s me, thanks,” I said. It was Saturday night, and my other half and I decided to go for a meal, seeing as the children were staying at their granny’s overnight. “Do you want to stop off at the pub for a few? Some man is playing Irish music, and he is really good,” my other half said during our meal. I loved Irish music and having heard of this man, I was keen to hear him sing,...