Clare enjoying being interviewed - in Irish.  Did I mention that she is fluent......S


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For a while I thought we had bitten off more than we could chew. Our second night with 12 guests arriving at 7.30 and we had agreed to have a production crew from the bbc in from 3 - 7 to film the preparations. 

So in the middle of making masala rolls, I took a break to do an interview. Not an ordinary interview mind you - just to ramp up the pressure S had told the production company that yours truly was 'fluent in Irish'. The truth of the matter is that I was moderately good at Irish 25 long years ago and since I've barely used it since it is, as the man would say, far back in me.

Anyone looking in from the outside would have seen a bizarre sight. A dishevelled me sitting on the sofa with a camera pointed straight into my face reading off a piece of paper where my answers had been translated into Irish.  Because I couldn't remember all the answers the interviewer had pinned the piece of paper to his forehead so I could read what I couldn't recall - you had to be there.

More panics - someone was sick and had  to cancel at the last minute and then the pasta boiler which J brought to deep fry the pistachio kofta didn't heat up to the required temp and a trusty wok was brought into service. 

In the end, dear reader, all was good, lots of laughter, food was great and then the whiskey came out....

Our lovely guests