John Drennan: Break out scented candles, and Bertie
Amidst the darkness finally some small shards of political light emerge. And, oddly, the torch-bearers included a Biffo and a Kenny Lite in their numbers.
Strange times indeed, and a distinct improvement on the start of the week where the mood of the Dail resembled that of a small Balkan fascist state in 1944 where the vainglorious leader has gone missing, no one wants to replace him and "oh look, there go the Germans bailing out with all the gold".
One supposes that on the plus side in our case the Russians aren't coming, but as Frau Merkel and the IMF hover over the patient with a large bottle of fiscal castor oil, our options aren't much better.