Ian O'Doherty : The spirit of Tony Gregory? No?
Like many people, I spent much of my school years flouting the dress code in any way possible. This was fuelled by a daring, revolutionary refusal to conform to the oppressive cotton shackles of something as, y'know, totally stupid and bogus as a school uniform. This adolescent posturing led to a few us of being called 'the Tony Gregorys' by one teacher in relation to the popular TD who, at that time, was most famous for refusing to wear a tie into the Dáil.
"Ah, here come the Gregorys," he'd laugh when we'd turn up late for class, secure in our knowledge that sneaking a smoke behind the swimming pool was the height of sticking it to the man. We'd then be treated to a 10-minute rant where our our avowedly middle-class teacher would rail against the forces of scobyism.
For people like this teacher – who was actually a lovely bloke as long as he wasn't actually teaching you or talking politics – the late Tony Gregory and his stubborn refusal to wear a tie was the sure sign of a man not knowing his place. And such men, as we know, are dangerous.