A review by Anne Karpf, in The Guardian, November 20, 1999: Sean Hughes's and Owen O'Neill's Dead Meat (Radio 4) was racier stuff.
Its opening scene - a dying Irish mother crying for her faraway son, only to concede that he was "an awful gobshite" - clearly announced that no totems of Irishness would be safe.
And so this tale of estranged brothers reuniting for the funeral of their mother proved.
Baru is a vegetarian butcher, while Wolfe has returned from China to find a newly Europeanised Dublin.
But Hughes and O'Neill were primarily interested in making jokes about Irishness, real and mythologised, and a 45-minute play was too extended and exposed a format in which to do it.
Nevertheless, there were some splendidly unsparing gags - about sentimentality for the soil, Republicanism and even the potato famine.