So there we were, Colm, Jim-Jim and meself after getting our picture taken yesterday.
We were walking back through the lobby of a hotel to get to Colm’s car when who do we spy resplendent in all her stunning princess glory only Síle Seoige. She must have been on her way to something very glamorous as she looked like she’s just stepped off an RTE Guide cover shoot.
Of course JJ and I just kind of shuffled our feet waiting for the lift and copping shufty glances at an actual celebrity (I’m particularly shite at saying hello to other RTE people I recognise even though we work for the same bosses and I’m quite sure that kind of thing happens all the time to them.)
Seven years and I still haven’t managed it with Pat Kenny even though I say a very quick “howya” to him in the corridor from time to time, he must think I’m someone simple on some kind of day release. Anyway, we stood there awkwardly waiting for the lift that was taking an eternity to come until Jim-Jim had his moment of inspiration and said very quietly to me:
“There y’are now…. Seoige and O’Shea……”