Thirty years ago today we were uplifted by the arrival of Pope John Paul II - a million people in the Park, religion before the fall, money for a pint and sure what else really mattered. Not sure which of us were there but I do recall going from Blinkers to Milo's for cards and then on to UCD for the buses into the Park.
Life seemed so much simpler then. Yes I would go back, watch for the Celtic Tiger and shoot it while it was still a cub. Right between the eyes.