"Do you like my jewellery?" The Lord Mayor of Belfast asks me.
Aye, I do, so I do -- which is unusual because When I Rule the World, Statute No. 27 will be No Male Jewellery Bar Wedding Bands.
But the Lord Mayor's jewellery is ceremonial -- a humongous necklace that I saw him temporarily lend to a pre-teen girl in the lobby of the Waterfront Hall. He's here at the Waterfront again tonight, part of his duties to support the cultural life of our fair city. That big old bling makes him easy to spot in a crowd.
I pointed him out to my friend SJT and commented on the nice gesture with the young girl. They were taking a photo together. I confessed I wanted to tell him how much I love Belfast.
I used to be fearless about this kind of thing. But now I reconsider approaching people. Then again, I think how glad I was to thank the former Nashville for mayor for making it such a great place to live.
And I want a photo of that necklace.
Go on, I'll go with you, said SJT. She double-dog-dared me into it. So off we go to meet the The Lord Mayor.