Labour are far too down on themselves, their ministers have been courageous and selfless
The smiling faces gazing down in the sunshine this week plunged us instantly into election mode. The sudden arrival of posters transported me back to my first electoral outing. It is possibly the most bizarre aspect of crossing the bridge from private to public life.
To have one's face proliferated and in some cases strewn around streets, lamp posts and bridges is part of the discomfort of being a candidate. Perhaps in these days of selfies and social media, it may be different but back then appearing on a giant poster in public places was quite a leap into notoriety for a private citizen.
Despite misgivings, I had been persuaded to run for Dublin City Council. With the help of experienced party canvassers, my campaign was organised with military precision. Absolved of the tedium of registers, street maps, and posters and leafleting, my job as candidate was to stay positive, energetic and healthy.