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Fri 04 Apr 2007From chilli-chicken wraps to poor, castrated catsEver since the Famine, the Irish male has been like a tomcat without his claws, and the proof is in men's pyjamas, writes Michael HardingI was sitting in the foyer of the Park Hotel waiting for two businessmen. We had planned a light lunch. They arrived after a heavy morning extracting money from a bank, and doing up the paper work on a property they had just bought.