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It was an innocuous piece about Dubliners in a Kilkenny pub and somebody I'd just met a Dubliner himself, a co-worker, commenting aside about them. A few months later his chemist described for him the moment about which I'd written.
Justin didn't mind and neither did he grasp the strange implication.
I'd simply mentioned in a page on my tiny website a person's name; a pub name; the name of a town; and the terms "dub," "Dublin," and "Dubliner" and the pharmacist at the other end of Rose Inn Street found it.
That's how local the internet can be.