As Enda jockeys to stay in front he should beware the galloping Corkman
We watched the Grand National in The Bucket. The pub was packed. Maybe the word went out that Sky had just bought the rights to 'Dail Report' and the deadly excited fans just couldn't wait to see the slow-motion replays of Alan Shatter taking his seat for another grilling.
Out came tasty sandwiches and meaty sausages with 103pc pork. I often ate sausages and the only porky part was the skin but we are not here to write about sausages. There are more chefs writing columns now than there are in kitchens. We have weightier matters to write about. Such as the future of the administration of justice in our country, in the context of the Aintree Grand National.
There he was galloping away, out in front, with his tail flying behind him like a girl with long hair in a convertible. With the roof down. That goes without saying. That the roof would be down. How could the hair fly unless she had a hairdryer plugged into the connection for the cigarette lighter? There are times when we get distracted by issues that have no bearing on the subject matter we intended to write about.