Lise Hand: Pecking at poor Enda as 'Rocky' Ahern does chicken run
It's shameful, really. Yesterday Fianna Fail graciously lowered the drawbridge around their heavily fortified citadel to allow the grubby minions of the media access to the party think-in, so the inky-fingered wretches could report on various ministerial pronouncements on the dreadful economy and even dreadfuller banking system.
But what was the burning question on the minds of the assembled ladies and gentlemen of the Fourth Estate who made it past the damp gardai and burly bouncers guarding the perimeter of the Ardilaun Hotel in Galway? Not the Anglo farrago or a fast-looming election or which disgruntled Soldiers of Destiny were Missing In Action from the get-together.
Nope. Everyone wanted to know about the Justice Minister chasing birds over the weekend. Not in the Wayne Rooney sense of the activity, one hastens to add, but in the literal meaning of pursuing poultry.