Shane Dorian came to Ireland, and it was beautiful. There were pints of Guinness, there was folk music, there was bonhomie and banter, hilarious jokes and ripping yarns exchanged round fireplaces in cosy Irish pubs. There was Sancho and there was the Billabong Adventure Division. There were group showers and drunken spooning and moments of homoerotic tension you could cut with a knife. But most of all there were gorgeous green Irish kegs aplenty, and inside them was Shane Dorian.