Let joy be unconfined: Bertie calls it a day


Back in January I decided to limit my postings only to the shiny happy smiley things that I encountered in Irish current affairs. This is one of those moments.

The dodger of Drumcondra, the knave of the Nort'side has finally done the right thing and fallen on his sword or, knowing him, fallen on a sword borrowed from some mates in England to help him through a 'difficult period of public life'.

He's given notice that he'll stop darkening the towels of Leinster House on May 6th. This should allow him plenty of time to sweep up any loose change from down the side of the the Dail benches and melt down the silverware from Farmleigh House to make his fare on the next boat to the Cayman Islands or anywhere beyond the reach of the Mahon Tribunal, the Revenue Commissioners or the Criminal Assets Bureau.

Now if only someone could come up with evidence of Mary Harney corruptly receiving a container load of cream buns in exchange for destroying the health service.......