Wandering into town this morning I bumped into José Manuel Barroso, President of the European Commission, and the poor man wasn’t looking at all well. He’s developed a rare condition that involves Willie O’Dea’s head growing out of his shoulder.
José was in the market, persuading people to vote Yes in the Lisbon Treaty referendum, but you could see it wasn’t easy for him with Willie’s little head chattering into his ear the whole time.
Come on José, there’s a woman beyond in Kilteely with a terrible pothole outside her door, and we have to go to fourteen funerals before one o’clock.
I suppose the limos should have given the game away, but there you go. Sometimes we blunder into appalling situations like meeting Willie O’Dea’s head.
Luckily, the day wasn’t all horror, and before long we were seeing more normal things, like this, for Car-free day:
It was Gay Pride march day, which means loads of over-the-top queerness, unfeasible clothing and much beer.