I'll take the Rose of Tralee over child beauty pageants any day
EVERY little girl dreams of being a princess, but my ambitions were a bit simpler. I harboured a secret ambition to be crowned Rose of Tralee.
The fact that I was a complete tomboy, hated dresses and had no clue about make-up didn't matter. I saw Gay Byrne on television every September having the craic with dozens of beautiful, confident young women clad in stunning ball gowns. I wanted to be up on that stage with them. And I wanted to wear that glittering tiara.
My Rose of Tralee aspirations were very innocent indeed. Fast-forward 30-plus years and a contest of a much scarier kind is about to make its presence felt in Ireland. Our very own version of 'Toddlers & Tiaras' is on its way.