One of the side effects of having been on national television twice a week for two months is that people recognise your face. There is no safe haven!
Last weekend I was attending my nephew's graduate art exhibition in Limerick. As I was heading down the motorway around lunchtime I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and I wouldn’t be getting anything until later that evening. I suddenly spied the Barack Obama Plaza sign and decided to pull in for a quick bite.
When I entered the food court my eye was drawn to the Supermac’s sign. Being totally honest I have not had any fast food this year, but for some reason I had a longing for a burger and chips.
“Everything in moderation”, I said to myself as I joined the queue. I was reading the overhead menu when I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around my fellow customers and caught their eyes. There were a few knowing winks, a couple of nods and even a
“Tut, tut, if Karl Henry could see you now!”
I suddenly lost my appetite but I was at the counter by this stage. I gave my order in a hushed tone, leaving out the garlic and cheese dip that I had been so looking forward to.
“For here or to take-away?” I was asked.
I knew there was no way I would be able to eat anything under all those watchful eyes, so I was soon out hunched down in my car, scoffing my food.