Little heart, pit-a-pat

So I was coming in to work this morning, and all the 1904 messenger boys and girls were gathering outside the Mansion House for their Bloomsday cycle, and -

oh, friends, I barely know how to contain my excitement sufficiently to allow me to tell you this -

I passed within ten feet of Royston Brady, our beloved and revered Lord Mayor! In his necklace!

Earth has not anything to show more fair, I'm sure you'll agree.

[Note for those unfamiliar with Dublin politics: the above is saturated with a virulently snide brand of sarcasm.]