Friday evening in Hampstead Heath, Soho or Peckham can, today, feel a little like this. A faint sound of Kneecap’s “Guilty Conscience” echoes through the earphones of the person next to you on the Tube. You look up, expecting to recognise them, but instead, you spot black and yellow GAA shorts. Above their heads, you see a poster with a helpline for those affected by the Magdalene Laundries. You step off the line, and see hordes of people splitting the G – an act of drinking from a pint of Guinness so that the foam head aligns with the middle…

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