Sam Smyth: Gay will need an army of Colettes if he throws his hat in the ring
THE last time I met Gay Byrne a hat was pulled down over his eyes and the collar of his coat was turned up. But he wasn't doing a Greta Garbo "I want to be alone" star routine -- he is a very practical man and didn't want to be recognised.
His walk from Sandymount Green in Dublin to his home nearby would probably have been interrupted at least a dozen times by well-wishers if he had been instantly recognisable.
So if he were elected President, he would have little difficulty adjusting to being the first among equals in the constitutional hierarchy. After all, he has guided Irish public taste from Elvis through the Beatles to Jedward and from Sean Lemass through Charles Haughey to Enda Kenny.