The scars of political battle can last an eternity
Published 29/01/2016 | 02:30
There once was a little politician who had a bad temper. Every day in Leinster House he would go off on one.
The Ceann Comhairle gave him a bag of nails, and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence outside.
The first day the irate politician had driven 37 nails into the fence.