Who is better suited than Carty*, a man who, let’s be honest here, is starting to physically resemble some unholy union between a 20 stone bag of potatoes and a vat of Guinness, to present a personal** dance through the history of Irish music. Choke down another novelty, and quite possibly radioactive, green "beer", move the tables back out of the way, and throw a few shapes

(*his birth cert says Galway, but who knows, really... #birthermovement)

(**go out of your way to stop him in the street and castigate him for what you may feel are glaring omissions. He would love that.)