Now entering his 67th year, Chris McCool can confidently call himself a member of the Happy Club. As he looks back on the glory days of his youth, he recalls the swinging 60s of rural Ireland. Chris had it all back then. He had the moves, he had the car and he had Dolly. A woman who danced on the tops of tables and set the pulses of every man in small-town Cullymore racing – a Protestant femme fatale who was glamorous, transgressive and who called him her very own 'Mr Wonderful'. She was, in short, the answer to this bastard son of a Catholic farmer's prayers. Except that there was another Mr Wonderful in town, a certain Marcus Otoyo. Although Chris, of course, was interested in Marcus only because of their shared religious fervour and mutual appreciation of the finer things. That was all. Besides, Mr McCool was always a hopeless romantic – some even described him as excessively so – but is there anything wrong with that?