Security men get claws on crab pâté

Damien Enright on a race against time with crab bounty.

WE hope somebody ate the Fresh Courtmacsherry Crab Pâté confiscated from my son at Cork Airport last week as he set out to fly home to the Czech Republic. Otherwise, what an awful waste.

How the security staff could have thought a screw-top quarter-pint glass jar containing what was clearly crab meat, white and brown mixed, was an explosive is beyond me. It could be opened, poked and smelled. The aroma alone would have told the story. It was labelled Fresh Courtmacsherry Crab Pate in my own fairish hand, I having created it myself by dint of hours of labour.