Remembering St Patrick's Day in the 1980s
You cannot call yourself a child of the ’80s, if you did not at one stage wear a cardboard sign pinned to your back courtesy of a Kelloggs’ Corn Flakes box, writes
ST PATRICK’S DAY, 1989. A village in east Cork where, unbeknownst to me at the time, I would secure the sweetest victory of my life. First place winner of the fancy dress competition. The stakes were high after tasting the bitterness of last year’s loss. There were whispers that some entrants had obtained costumes from relatives in America, which did nothing to quell the rising panic that the gold medal position would once again slip through my fingers. Or worse, that I wouldn’t even place in the top three.
