It would, perhaps, be more accurate to call it an Irish Republican pub; an IRA pub even. Now at the time – I was 18 – I harboured strong sympathies for the Republican cause. I thought that a great injustice had been done to the Catholic population of Northern Ireland. It seemed very straightforward. And the bombings and the killings perpetrated by the IRA? I blanked them, or said that the IRA were no worse than the thugs of the UDF. You might think you can see where I’m going with this. Anyway, the Cow and Calf poured the best...