Eilis O'Hanlon: There's no shame in admitting it: My name is Ireland, and I was a FF-aholic
We're incurable suckers for jumping into bed with politicians who use us and abuse us
Finding someone who admits to having voted Fianna Fail during the boom is like finding someone who admits to having bought The Birdie Song when it was at Number One. There have been times in the past couple of years when it wouldn't have been a surprise to hear Micheal Martin suddenly declare: "Don't blame me, I didn't vote for that shower of shysters either."
The Fianna Fail leader's deliberate omission of the name of three-times election winner Bertie Ahern when he addressed the Merriman Summer School last month on the Irish peace process was the most startling illustration of how socially unacceptable it's become to have a Soldier of Destiny about the place.
You'd have thought even Bertie's worst enemies couldn't forget that he did play a rather crucial role in negotiations for the Belfast Agreement, never mind one of his successors. But Albert got a mention, and Phony Blair too. Even John Major got a pat on the back. The former leader only got a symbolic knife in his.