An album cover and title that’s just never left me. Daniel O’Donnell is an Irish folk/country singer from Donegal. He’s sold 10m albums worldwide. His audience is supposed to be exclusively old biddies. They fondly, maternally, refer to him as ‘wee Daniel’, but they’re not above sticking him in a pair of blue jeans either. He hosts an annual tea-party for the fans at his mother’s house in Donegal. What is it these woman want? It’s seems confused. It confuses me anyway. Yet Daniel, who’s softly spoken and sincere in interviews, manages to consistently deliver the goods. He was obviously born to do it, whatever the hell it is.