Going to Catholic mass as a child growing up in N.Ireland, was a serious affair. Your Sunday best was put on and we where gently motored to the church in my father's Citron 2CV, it's engine the sound of a contented tractor, which lulled you into the correct state of lethargy required to see through another repetitive Mass. Upon entering the church the usual pew was taken. The church was L-shaped (a long aisle and a short aisle) with the altar in the middle. We sat in the boring short aisle and I experienced the truth of the saying, 'the grass is always greener on the other side.'