AFTER Leopardstown the previous Saturday, I was back in Dublin again last weekend for the rugby international between Ireland and Wales.

Having learnt that we would be sitting in the very front row of the stadium, and therefore out of the protective reach of the stadium’s roof, I took the weather forecast seriously. All the talk of the impending Storm Ciara got to me, and one thing was for sure – I was going to show the good folk of Dublin 4 that there was no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing.