Whisky guffaw

On the day: 
08/06/2012 


On the way: 
She stands to make her way to the exit before the bus has stopped, balancing a considerable bosom on substantial legs covered in brightly coloured faux velvet leggings, almost camouflage against the upholstery in deep blue with orange and red blobs. 
One hand reaches out to steady her against the unpredictable swaying of the bus the other holds on to a small plastic bottle of orange juice. Too little, too late. She falls backwards onto a facing seat in a fluster of her  loose jacket, long-strapped leather handbag and waves of hair that won't grow.  
And  unleashes an unstoppable guffaw.
"I drinkin' whisky," she laughs, cheerfully raising the perfectly innocent bottle of fruit juice in mock salute. 
She gets to her feet and departs, leaving echoes of unbridled enthusiasm for life  to carry into the morning. 


On the pod: 
Dublin Sky - Darren Hayes 


On the front page: 
As footie kicks off, bigwigs boycott Euros (The Sun)