Scruffy TDs? I know how it feels to get a Dail dressing down
At least people who brought the country to its knees were impeccably dressed, writes Gene Kerrigan
Published 10/07/2011 | 05:00
There was a time, long, long ago, when I spent far too much of my life in the Dail press gallery, looking down at the muttering politicians. Conscientiously, I recorded the parliamentary debate that underpins the national sovereignty for which patriots laid down their lives. Stuff like, "Yer only an oul Blueshirt, so ye are."
One day, while scribbling away, I was tapped on the shoulder and an usher asked me to come outside. On the landing beyond the Chamber, I was confronted by a Figure of Authority. "You'll have to leave," he told me.