Lise Hand: No 'buddy-buddy' in the Dail as Enda is bruised by Gerry's digs
WE'RE living in the wrong country altogether. Over in Italy, they have Silvio's bunga-bunga in all its lascivious glory, with tawdry tales of the oversexed old goat doing the bold thing with a smorgasbord of showgirls. All we have to get excited about here is Enda's buddy-buddy with a vertically challenged Frenchman.
For the uninitiated, 'buddy-buddy' is the sort of manly exchange of pucks and digs which occurs between males of the non-Brokeback Mountain persuasion when they encounter each other at a public gathering. In fact, it's just the sort of horseplay which broke out between our Taoiseach and the French President at the EU summit in Brussels on Monday.
In fairness, Enda could rightly protest that Sarko started it, as he was sitting peacefully at the table when Monsieur Le President came up behind him and landed an unmerciful clatter on his shoulder. But Enda was as chuffed as if Sarko had torn up an Anglo promissory note right in front of him and within seconds the pair of them were cavorting together like spring lambs in a sunny field.