Liz O’Donnell: Ming now has zero credibility, luckily he has zero influence
I confess I am a bit squeamish about traditional St Patrick's Day festivities. Whether at home or abroad, there is frequently tackiness and an air of forced celebration. Getting home from the Project Theatre over the holiday weekend required a route through Temple Bar. Revellers swayed noisily on cobblestone streets; the soundtrack was of fiddle-playing and pint-pulling emanating from rowdy drinking dens. Call me old-fashioned, but battling through drunks and public urination is not my idea of a cultural quarter.
A few small changes would help. First of all, there would appear to be no public toilet in Temple Bar for the lawful disposal of urine. Small wonder, therefore, that bloated boozers feel entitled to relieve themselves al fresco.
A few gardai on the beat would be helpful to counter the scary undercurrent of alcohol-fuelled mayhem that abounds.