Wednesday 17 January 2018

Under Seanad apartheid, my parents were second class

THERE were plenty of cushy numbers in the old days. A friend who worked for the State in an office told me of a fiercely competitive game they played every morning. The throw-in was at 10 and the final whistle was blown at 11.

My friend photocopied the cryptic crossword from the newspaper and had it distributed to 12 competitors. Entry fee: one pint. The winner was the first to complete the crossword. My friend told me the most frequent champion was dried out more often than a recession teabag. He eventually died and was buried in Deansgrange. If you're looking for his grave, it's 4 down and 3 across. Joke stolen from Colm Wilkinson on the last 'Late Late Show' of the season.

Those days are mostly over now, but there's still one cushy number left. It's the Seanad, at €65,000 a year. Unvouched travelling expenses. A couple of nights a week in a hotel all paid. A good pension.

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