No, I didn’t take Luca for a Fanta orange and a bag of Taytos in the Turf Cutters pub in Clonmacnoise.
Entertaining as it may have been, we didn’t have enough time this afternoon to drive down the country and meet with some colourful Offaly locals.
Instead we met with their marginally better preserved forefathers in the National Museum of Ireland.
Always a strange feeling to see these bodies from the Iron Age.
The difference in lifestyles between the time of their disappearance into the bog and that of their exhumation is just simply mind boggling.
Unless one hails from Clonmacnoise, of course.