The Best laid plans
Published 04/10/2011 | 05:00
• Go on, you remember the story. George Best as he regaled Wogan, Gaybo or Parkie about the time the poor old night porter arrived in his hotel room with more champagne and asked, "where did it all go wrong, George?"
We all laughed as Best, with that impish grin, told of the gold watch, the cash strewn across the bed, the champagne glasses and, of course, Ms World adorning his hotel room. We laughed at the innocence of the poor night porter.
Ireland today reminds me of that story. A once glittering nation and sense of achievement wasted in a haze of champagne bubbles. A nation finally freed after 800 years of often bloody rebellion limped along for eight decades before losing its hard-won sovereignty. George managed five decades before succumbing to the empty excesses of glitter.