Seanad's just a bloomin' waste of time, says Richard
AS the pinstriped phalanx of politicians swept down Grafton Street flanked by snapping photographers and proffering leaflets at anyone who was too slow to duck out of the line of fire, the most common expression on the visages of the citizenry was one of bafflement.
What fresh electoral hell is this? It can't be a Presidential election, sure isn't Michael D snugly installed in the Park for another five years? And Enda and Eamon are still tucked up in bed together, politically speaking, of course. Moreover, there's no referendum on abortion despite all the recent hoohah, thanks be to jaysus. Nor another poll on some impenetrable European treaty, God save us.
So what were these lads (mostly lads, anyway) up to now?