McGuinness finds that it is a long, long way from there to Down Here
It is clear that Sinn Fein had not expected to be asked the hard questions by the Republic's media, writes Jody Corcoran
IN the early evening sunshine, Martin McGuinness arrives -- white shirtsleeves, red necktie -- at the Ringsend and Irishtown Community Centre in the south inner city of Dublin.
It is almost 4.30pm on Thursday, the day after the night before, when Miriam O'Callaghan had asked how he squared with his God his involvement in the murder of so many.
McGuinness is surrounded by journalists to the point that Thorncastle Street is blocked to two-way traffic. He is in presidential mode. So he will not rise to the questions about Miriam.