Downfall of a dreamer
There wasn't a couple in the country who didn't, on some level, put themselves in the roles of Eamonn Lillis and and Celine Cawley, believes Jody Corcoran
I observed Eamonn Lillis at close quarters for the past fortnight, sometimes from within two to three feet. Most of the time he wrote on an A4 notepad with a black felt tip pen, a few paragraphs a day, so as to avoid making eye contact with anybody.
One morning, before proceedings got underway, I watched as he tried to mend his reading glasses. They had broken in two, at the bridge. He spent ages trying to stick them with tape.
It was clear that he wasn't much of a handyman. At one stage, he thought the job done and went to put them on. But the moment he handled them, they fell apart again.