Cut his hair and put him in a suit. Now do you forgive him?
WHEN Mick Wallace was elected to the Dail last year, much of his appeal stemmed from the fact that he represented a dramatic break from what many saw as the cute-hoor antics of Fianna Fail.
Given how he had made a fortune as a property developer in the boom, albeit one who never ventured into the party's infamous Galway tent, it was a pretty impressive achievement.
With his trademark pink shirt, faded jeans, unruly mane of hair and fiercely independent political spirit, Wallace was different to the rest of our political class.