COME ON IRELAND: Ah, the ecstasy but oh, the agony.
A GREAT week this is. We have been celebrating.
We had a band from Dundalk performing at Buckingham Palace. But to cap it all - oh what a goal!
Ah, but the price - sore heads.
Tesco stated they had sold four million cans of Carlsberg, but wait for it - Tesco also said there had been a 400 per cent increase in the sales of Resolve and Alka-Seltzer.
What a glorious moment for Irish football, and thank God, because I couldn't stand another week of the Mick McCarthy-Roy Keane saga.
Also, I don't want to see my pal Eamon Dunphy publicly lynched.
Love him or hate him, we need people like Eamon. His programme The Last Word is one of the finest talk shows on radio, and even if at times I could literally strangle him, I have had more craic with him than many other media heads over the years.
But from the wonderful to the farcical.
How about the election of the new leader of Fine Gael, Enda Kenny.
From Celtic Snail to Kenny Lite. I just don't get it. They hold the conclave just after the match, and after burning a lot of tired blueshirts, the smoke rises and Mayo Man announced that the "mourning period is over".
Oh yeah? - I think not.
It may just be beginning in earnest. The blue bunch have ignored a few dangerous truths.
They have ridden roughshod over Young Fine Gael, who had pleaded with them not to proceed with this "hasty and rushed decision".
They didn't even have the decency to wait for the election of a new Seanad.
All this waffle about having to put a leader in place to put forward as Taoiseach was blatant nonsense.
To compound it all, they have insulted the grass roots. If you want to win an electoral battle, you don't start by shooting the troops. Ironic, isn't it, that the day the brave blond-haired hero from Co Mayo leaps forward talking about "a united team", Alan Dukes announces his retirement from active politics.
The long and short of it is, for the moment they ain't at the races.
Now, if that ain't bad, how about Monsignor Michael Ledwith, former President of St Patrick's College, Maynooth.
He thinks Jesus had a twin brother, wears an expensive wig, and made an undisclosed settlement, without admitting any liability, with a minor who had accused him of sexual abuse.
It's a very good job he didn't have a twin.
By my account, preserve Eamon Dunphy. At least you get what you see.
He doesn't wear a wig and all he abuses is himself.
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|Publication:||The Mirror (London, England)|
|Date:||Jun 7, 2002|
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