Back to reality with bump
Sir -- Sean Eireann woke up on Tuesday morning. His head was thumping. It felt as if the Icelandic volcano was erupting within. Slowly he lifted his head from the pillow. His eye caught the "What's the Craic Barack" t-shirt hanging on the door.
What a week. First it was the Queen. He had to be on best behaviour. Not a drop of liquor passed his lips. As her plane slipped into the Cork sky Sean, like the nation, let forth a sigh of relief. We hadn't made fools of ourselves.
A stiff brandy and a few pints hit the spot and were well earned. Next up was Obama. Sean relaxed. He recalled Clinton, the craic, the beer and the bonhomie. Barack would be the same.