By Saoirse Hanley
A few weeks ago I lost my virginity. Sorry, I should clarify, I lost my Gravediggers virginity, and had my first lovely pint in the Dublin institution that is John Kavanagh’s pub. They say you never forget your first. The bar does not serve food on a Monday, which means only the smaller side is open. So while I went searching for a seat in what space remained, I came to a conclusion about myself: I’m really bad at small talk.