It was awesomeIt was ambitiousIt was beyond our possibilitiesIt was an idea in a headIt was a foolhardy treadIt was way off beamIt was a See Change dreamIt was planning and imprudenceIt was perfect for college studentsIt was finding a locationIt was an historic occasionIt was a white tarpaulin marqueeIt was right up Fighting Words StreetIt was a Vanuatu dareIt was the USI everywhereIt was an engineer’s nightmareIt was someone giving out the ticketsIt was lots of markers in plastic packetsIt was speed typing and PCsIt was Sarah looking for SparkyIt was 220 by ten twentyIt was polystyrene cups of teaIt was coffee in polystyrene cupsIt was a fantastic octopusIt was Sarah wanting to be a clownIt was autumn sun shining downIt was a thousand yellow stress ballsIt was students from all the hallsIt was rock buns and sandwiches all aroundIt was a ream of newspaper going roundIt was someone sharing the emerging plotIt was tickets in a plastic slotIt was queues winding out the doorIt was on an overhead projectorIt was improv theatreIt was Bank of Ireland waterIt was Sarah in KenyaIt was Trinity fighting stigmaIt was 601 by three forty threeIt was Sarah losing her bikini bottomsIt was goody bags and free squashy brainsIt was photographers flashingIt was school kids laughingIt was the Gardaí watching amusedIt was the Provost looking bemused It was radios on a key ring locketIt was spaghetti falling out of a pocketIt was an adjudicator adjudicatingIt was yellow tee shirts and freezingIt was TV3 filming for FYIIt was a technicolor butterflyIt was Barack Obama walking inIt was some well-known writers adding a lineIt was muddy physics garden grassIt was a pair of neon disco glassesIt was two new politiciansIt was metal crowd partitionsIt was stigma busting gloryIt was re writing Ireland’s storyIt was Harry Potter in a parallel universeIt was stigma in reverseIt was 811 at sixIt was an Illustrator drawing picsIt was Barbara saying we can recoverIt was Ninja Turtles battling ShredderIt was a record breaker by seven thirtyIt was the wooden floors very dirtyIt was closing doors at eightIt was counting numbers to adjudicateIt was 953 at the final countIt was officially announcedIt was shouts and yahoos all aroundIt was one hell of a soundIt was hugs and kisses in the tentIt was everybody spentIt was everybody diallingIt was everybody smilingIt was Sarah smiling to herself.John Saunders
