So our Taoiseach likes to play air guitar? Let it rip, Enda, let it rip
It must be more than 25 summers ago - and that, as they say, is neither yesterday nor the day before.
All I can remember is that the sun was shining outside and I was ensconced in some licensed premises with sundry media folk - plus Michael Noonan, already a Fine Gael presence of some substance.
At this far distance, details of the encounter have long since slipped into the fog of memory. Where exactly did that chit-chat take place? Who else was there? I simply can't remember.