- 10 Apr 14
While Ireland goes overboard to pay tribute to St Paddy, Italy has struck upon a more mature way to honour its patron saint
I was sitting on the slopes of Vesuvius in the gentle warmth of bright spring, eating a cornetto, when I thought to transmit a gloat back home, where, reports told, friends were shivering in sodden raincoats and wondering whether they’d ever feel sun on their faces again.
Not only was the chill rain spitting disdain at Derry, but this was a drear and dreadful day in its own right, March 17, when patriots prance for freedom, grown men in ginger wigs caper like loons and decent people lock their doors against the madness or flee for their lives and self-respect to far-off places such as, for example, Naples.
So I texted Paddy Logue, classical scholar and one-time athlete, to alert him to my location.