My Name is Saoirse

I felt sorry for Siobhán . . . but I admired her too, the way she always left her mark, on people and places, fellas and school desks.

1987: Johnny Logan has just won the Eurovision, mobile phones are about to be invented, and in Limerick, Saoirse O''Brien is sick of her best friend calling her a frigid.

Soon after agreeing to a night of drinking with the lads in Wilson''s Pub, she discovers her pre...