Heaney something better than we’ve grown used to
The great man was reading in UCC and I decided to take an evening off from my bar job and take it in, even though the short-term consequences for my personal economic status would be pretty severe.
The reading was terrific and I slipped into the reception afterwards in the staff restaurant on campus, where I cunningly stationed myself next to the free keg of beer the organisers of the reading had secured from a local brewery. By taking over the tap every now and again I was able to keep my drink reasonably healthy-looking, though even as an impoverished student I wouldn’t have risked the bottom two inches of the glass, which, after about half an hour, seemed to have its own flourishing ecosystem.
