Dramatic denials? Smoking guns? Not at this inquiry
It's probably our own fault. We giddily assumed that the public sessions of the Oireachtas Banking Inquiry were going to be like a brilliant telly box-set.
It would be filled with exciting episodes featuring smoking guns and gobsmacking revelations and dramatic denials. Penitent bankers would weep and rend their bespoke pinstripe suits over how their greed-filled financial institutions banjaxed the country. And while tucking into buckets of popcorn, a gripped nation would learn the unholy truth behind the Night of the Bank Guarantee.
It's only a wonder that as the curtain falls today on the inquiry's public hearings, that a sedated electorate doesn't rise up and demand its money back (the cost of the inquiry, that is, for there's no point in asking for a return of the €64bn poured by us into the banking black hole - we ain't never seeing that again) given that the whole shebang has fallen seriously short in the entertainment department.