Enda was kind, but he didn't grasp the gravity of US election
Coming of Pearse Street Station on the morning of the US presidential election results, and parading alongside the droves of suits and the plumes of warm breath, I spotted a familiar figure. It was Taoiseach Enda Kenny.
My eyes red and still delirious from less than an hour's sleep, I thought I'd take advantage of such an odd, and yet beautifully democratic, moment to speak to him, given the occasion.
We were both walking in the same direction up Merrion Street, so I made myself look as natural as I could as I approached and gestured for a hand shake - Mayo v Dublin all over again.