Lazarus was definitely seen last night sculling pints in the back bar of The Fairways with the ghost of Jim McLaughlin and son of the widow of Nain (look him upHark, is that Lazarus I hear, stirring on his erstwhile deathbed.
Lord, thank you for this palpable miracle.
Maybe.

The lads surely had a hand in today's shenanigans before a slap-up tea in the Roma this evening.