Sir, – Recent correspondence on drunken passengers on aircraft reminded me of a tale told by a dear friend who was the local parish priest. A parishioner had travelled to Dublin Airport with the intention of going to London to see Roscommon play in the first round of the Championship. He was a little worse for wear and was refused boarding.
He prevailed on the ground crew to call the parish priest, who would no doubt vouch for him. When my friend answered the call, the parishioner wailed: “Will you talk to these people and tell them I’m grand – I don’t want to drive the bloody thing.” – Yours, etc,
BRÍD MILLER
Athlone Road,
RM Block
Roscommon.
