BombBot in Blessington

I was shooting a match in Balto when the Baldy Editor called.
"Theres a bomb scare in Blessington. Fuck the match, and get up there."

Blessington is normally 20 minutes away.
I made it in 10. (God Bless Landrover).

This is the BombBot, or an RDV (Remote Detonation Vehicle), is what I think the boys in green call it, being trundled out.

It was funny, as there was almost a carnival atmosphere on the street, at the prospect of a bit of craic.

It turned out that an Early Houser stumbled from the pub, fell on the ground, and saw something odd underneath a parked car.

It transpired it was a can of bicycle chain oil, left there and forgotten by a triathlete on a training run at the lake.

Red faces all round, but it certainly beat the alternative.

Oh, and Wicklow lost the match anyway.