Brendan O’Connor: Glenda's got a golden boot
It's amazing what one swift, well-aimed kick to the bollicks can do to a man. The collapse of the property market in which he made his millions, the taking over of his loans by Nama, the change in the mood of the country towards developers, none of these things could topple the bould Johnny Ronan.
But a kick in the McSorleys in Ranelagh, in a weekend when the nation, ironically, was obsessing about quare-shaped balls, started in train a series of events that led to an ill-advised drunken trip to Morroco with what the Irish Times called "a neighbour's child" (Rosanna Davison) and ultimately to this weekend's sad news that the most colourful, the boldest, the biggest-thinking of them all is stepping down for a while, retreating to the naughty step, to think about what he has done.
Tellingly, all of those involved in the soap opera are now at various stages of leaving the country. Rosanna is gone, Johnny is apparently going, and Glenda apparently wants to go. Of course, you could argue that it was leaving the country that got them all into this mess in the first place. Homer Simpson said it about alcohol, but it appears that in Ireland, leaving the country is the cause of, and the solution to, all our problems. Mix alcohol with leaving the country and you've got a dangerous cocktail.