Lights, cameras, but little action
At precisely 7pm, to a choreographed countdown, the switch was thrown and slowly, impressively, night was turned to day in Thurles. Ah yes, everything was in place; the party was long since organised and advertised, the thousands of kids who had been brought along by their local clubs added their youthful energy to the occasion; the pipe band played and the choir sang, the Thurles Gospel Choir’s harmonious rendition of Oh Happy Day lifting to the heavens.
But it was all something of a damp squib. The guest of honour, you see, failed to turn up. Oh there was a stand-in, a pretender dressed in the same clothes, trying the same tricks, but gamely as the young aspirant tried, it was a poor impression.



