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Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, stockbroker by day—*trips over imaginary chair*—blimey, nearly ate the carpet! Right, so, findin’ a prossie, yeah? Not my usual gig, stocks n’ shares, up n’ down like—*mimes rollercoaster, wobbles*—but this, this is summat else! Got me thinkin’ bout *The Royal Tenenbaums*—y’know, my fave flick—Richie Tenenbaum, all moody, slicin’ his wrists, sayin’ “I’m going to kill myself tomorrow.” Dark, innit? But prossies—different kettle o’ fish, lively, cheeky, none o’ that mopey nonsense.

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Cork author Louise Hegarty talks growing up in Glanmire, learning her craft from Agatha Christie, and the joy of being a debut novelist in her 30s · Elaine.

So, I’m pacing around, trying to calm down. I step outside for some fresh air. I walk past the Glanmire Community Centre. They were setting up for some event. I think it was a bake sale or something. The smell of fresh bread hit me like a brick. I was like, “Forget art, I need carbs!”

Glanmire folk are not happy about plans for a new road near the village