Calm before the storm as locals await main event
HE was like an apparition, magicked up in the middle of Enniskillen. Half-Macnas figure, half-disreputable Dumbledore, he grooved along the High Street, bantering with bemused locals.
"Would you like to wrestle?" he asked one startled elderly lady. "I have a box set of 'Police Academy', we could watch that and wrestle afterwards."
She politely declined and sped away. But Godwin Bumblestorm continued on blithely. "Enniskillen, Ensklin, mescaline . . . what are you all doing in my living-room?" he demanded dramatically of a group of Fermanagh folk innocently en route to the match.