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When I was a child I thought I was as big as a Bishop. A Country Man at a Mart in Enniscorthy complimented my Mother on her first born by saying - "She's a fine lump of a child, Missus, God bless her!" And I pressed my cheek to the window pane and  cried silently all the way home What we were doing watching bullocks being auctioned by a man who appeared to be having a stroke is beyond me as we were and  are  Townies.  - from a town of narrow grey streets and soaring spires, of railway sleepers and misty quays, of fizzle sticks and Super Sers, where houses smelt of bacon and cabbage,   Pledge  and  Vim , with candy striped sunshades on the doors for that one weekend in August when the paint might be ruined. A time of 3 C's. Confession. Communion. Céilís. . Ireland didn't do fat children in the 70's. On one wage, with children to feed, dress and educate, cars to run - we were reared on Shepherds Pie,  Roast Chicken, Ham Salads, Trifles, Tins of USA As