My Week: Micheal Martin
Monday: Who's the most cunning, ruthless and devious of them all now, Charlie? We're not supposed to mention the great man's name these days, but I lit a little candle for him at Mass yesterday. I know he's up there somewhere, looking down on us all. Or possibly down there, looking up.
I think now might be the time to start slipping his name into the national conversation again. Subtle, like. The way the Tories did with Margaret Thatcher when they finally returned to power a few years back.
Before heading out the door, I remind myself not to look too triumphant in case anyone from the Irish Times is hanging around outside. They practically think I should be saying sorry for having had a good election. But it's hard not to look a bit smug when you've got the face of one of those nice priests who always seems a bit apologetic about telling you you're going to Hell for having naughty thoughts. My face just tends to glow naturally from within.