This week, we’re diving headfirst into the suncream-slicked, buffet-fuelled magic of the Irish abroad on holidays. From the sun lounger wars at 6am (towels down, pride gone) to the absolute saints running the kids' entertainment, we’re spilling all the sunscreen-scented tea.

We salute the Irish mammies, armed with handbags that defy physics Calpol, snacks, nappies, coddle and a spare pair of knickers for everyone. And let’s not forget the hypnotic pull of tat shops, where you suddenly need a laser keyring, inflatable flamingo and questionable slogan tee.

Do our routines change on holiday? Or do we just become fancier versions of ourselves… with sangria in hand? Hot take? No one holidays like the Irish – sunburnt, overpacked, and thriving.