“That phone, is worth about three farms to MacDuff”, said a friend of my father’s. Everyone in the round laughed. MacDuff was a farmer and cattle dealer, and had just answered his mobile phone for the third time since we entered Sullivan’s Bar, Kilsheelan, some 15 minutes earlier.It was Tuesday afternoon and we were on our way back from the mart in Clonmel. Going into Sullivans for a pint was always part of the journey.