You never know who you’ll meet at Dublin Airport. As I was heading to London for a rare bit of corporate hospitality with City types last week I bumped into none other than Gerry Adams, the working-class hero from Belfast.
Gerry and I are not bosom friends but we were impeccably polite. He even went so far as to offer me a lift into London if we were on the same plane. He was being met at Heathrow, as he was over to meet… er, David Cameron.
As I was certain that he did not mean it, I accepted his offer on the spot.
No doubt he had gambled that I was heading for Gatwick. Nevertheless he vanished.
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