OH LORDY LORDY
IN the 1970s I stayed overnight with friends in the lodge of Lord Killanin’s house in County Galway.
His Lordship, as well as being the Olympic president, was chairman of the Galway Races.
The races were taking place the next day, so as part of their duties the lodge dwellers had to prepare Spiddal House for Lord Killanin’s arrival from his permanent abode in Dublin.
They asked if I’d like to see inside the mansion to which, as an innocent abroad, I foolishly answered “yes”. I was immediately handed a large plastic bag and in our walk to the mansion, my lodge friend and I filled both bags with hundreds of small black bags dished out freely by every shop in the Republic of Ireland and now attached to every bit of every fence surrounding the mansion.
While some readers might like me to share my impressions of the inside of Spiddal House, I feel it would be quite improper and unfortunately Lord Killanin is no longer contactable to ask his permission.
Some years later, we revisited Lord Killanin’s lodge and because the black bags were now banned, found the surroundings transformed and me out of a job.
Readers will observe two things here and not necessarily in correct order: If banning something works for the sometimes stubborn Irish, it can work anywhere; and what a convoluted way to get your name associated with Lord Killanin. Cecil Cahill, SOUTH PERTH