Fingleton points the finger at everybody - except himself
Gone was the jaunty fedora and trademark round-shaped facial topiary which once was so visible in sundry swanky venues around town as the banking boom kept on getting boomier. Michael Fingleton looked his age - he is in his mid-seventies, after all - as he arrived into the banking inquiry.
He sounded a bit frail as he read out his opening statement in which he gave his views on why it had all gone dreadfully pear-shaped for his institution, Irish Nationwide Building Society (INBS). Given that one day it was Celtic cock-of-the-walk, and the next a financial feather-duster which required an eye-watering €5.4bn dig-out from that bunch of poor saps collectively known as The Taxpayer, it was no wonder he was a bit discombobulated.
However, it transpired that Fingers really wasn't particularly discombobulated at all. He was more bullish than a street in Pamplona, spikier than a prickle of porcupines and as regret-filled as Edith Piaf.