The clown’s pie, the zodiac killer, drunken foetuses, branson’s pickle

Week 20 of the column.   My parents were strict. Products of the Forties and Fifties when Catholicism ruled supreme, they took a somewhat North Korean approach to cultural products they deemed unsuitable for me. I have fond memories of my father switching off an RTE matinee showing of Black Narcissus when I was ten […]