Taoiseach, what the hell did you think you were doing?
Well, I suppose the presence of the Taoiseach's aide de camp at the funeral of poor Katy French finally puts an official endorsement on celebrity culture in Ireland, though, in all truth, I had never heard of the girl until shortly before her death.
I first registered her existence when reading a nasty, sneering piece in one newspaper about how no-one of note had turned up at her birthday party (what delightful people we journalists can sometimes be, and what a story to be able put on your CV). Next the girl was dead: and may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest, Katy.
Many observers have often remarked upon the Irish characteristic of imitating other cultures, both shamelessly and badly.