... that name is one of the few which probably won't stick. Anyway, as with day two of any scandal, more details have emerged.

As it happens, the unfortunate lady to the left of Corkonian DJ Neil Prederville, while he was getting it on with himself during take off, was one Niamh Hennessey - a reporter for the Irish Examiner. In other words, there was no way this was going to be kept quiet for long.

According to today's Star: "A report into the events on the flight was given to Aer Lingus top brass within 24 hours of the plane touching down (badadum tish) and last night insiders at the airline denied the decision not to alert Gardai immediately constituted 'preferable celebrity treatment.' The report was handed to the airline's head of security Mark Dunphy. On Tuesday, Mr. Dunphy contacted Niamh Hennessy and told her that Aer Lingus has concluded its investigation... The Star understands that Prenderville has since contacted Ms Hennessy to apologise. He left her a voice message in which he said he had no recollection of the incident and that when he was told about it he was 'shocked and horrified... I have no recollection whatsoever. I'm in shock, you know, I really am. I took some Nurofen Plus alright, I know that, for my neck. And as you know, with me anyway, there was pints and wine and stuff and Jesus I don't know where I'd begin to make it up to you'." An slightly unfortunate turn of phrase, there. One of many, no doubt.

For those requiring a back story to the events of October 19th; Cork's 96FM "shock jock" (as today's papers keep calling him. Um, he's not Howard Stern) Neil Prenderville, The Irish Examiner's Niamh Hennessey and some dude called Seamus Heaney (not that one) were all attending a "Cork Convention Bureau dinner in London to promote Cork for business tourists", which involved consuming "pints and wine and stuff and Jesus" at Richie Corrigan's restaurant... Prenderville was obviously doing a great job ingratiating himself as he was reportedly ordered by a fellow guest to "go f*** himself".

But back to the Nurofen Plus. I've been reading your comments under John's piece, and I'd like to add my two cents. Alcohol and Nurofen Plus make me sleepwalk. Some of you might recall my tale involving waking up at 4am walking through the foyer of the Clarion Hotel - in Cork, funnily enough - (thankfully) in a nightie. Well, it happened again. Last time it happened was at a friend's hen party in Carlingford Lough. Prior to that, it hadn't happened in eight months, and it hasn't happened since now that I've avoided booze avec painkillers like the plague. 

In short, we went out, got hammered, as you do at a hen, and landed home to our two story rented house. Being inebriated and having to endure a journey home the next day, I thought "Why not prevent the head *hics* headache before it *hics* happens?! I'm so smart - HAH!!" Next thing, I'm waking up in a room full of strangers. Well, not proper strangers, but I had only met them a few hours beforehand. There were many places I could've wandered to that night; either of the sitting rooms, either of the adjoining bedrooms containing lifelong friends, but no, my subconscious had to wander me up a flight of steep stone clad steps and into a bedroom containing three pregnant, and therefore very sober and rather startled, girls. All of which happenend to be from... Cork... To top things off nicely, I tried to get into bed with one of the more heavily pregnant ones. Breakfast the next morning was interesting.

Hey, it could've been worse.

A lot worse.

Thanks for putting that experience into perspective, Neil.