Being the only one in this entire fiasco of a festival that comes close to being able to convince Diarmuid of something he doesn’t want to do, eating broccoli being of key example, she holds more power than even she knows. Having worked at everything from scrap yard secretary to the Google’s tax fixer upper she has a level of calm confidence that PoorMan’s so desperately needs.
Some say she’s known Diarmuid since before he’s known himself, which given his short term memory is fairly realistic.
A true master of the thumb war.
The only person to have served behind the bar at all three PoorMan’s.
Has washed so many bottles over the past two years, probably close to three or four thousand, that she’s begun to question whether there is a God and if he might be a giant Bulmers bottle?