Thursday, February 19, 2009
bigger than the beatles
So Barack Obama is in my town as I write this. He has had a meeting with the Prime Minister, some lunch and then they took him for a beaver tail (deep-fried flat pastries) in the market.
Why am I embarrassed by this?
I can't help but think, though, that he would have enjoyed the beaver tail more if had gone skating first.
I hope he was advised to have the Killaloe Sunshine and not the Nutella.
Traffic in my neighbourhood is a mess right now, as I live on the way to the airport. I really pity anyone who had a commercial flight out of the city today.