Eoghan Harris: Hits, myths and misses surrounding our Collins
Alan Coren, the English humourist, once asked his publisher what subjects sold best. Golfing, cats and Nazis, he was told. So Coren wrote a short book called Golfing for Cats and put a swastika on the cover.
That is why I am writing this weekend about Michael Collins. As well as giving you a break from the bank debt saga, it assures me of your attention. Because the Big Fellow is now a bestselling brand.
The cult of Collins has long been a lucrative line of business for my old sparring partner, Tim Pat Coogan. But recently, he has taken to throwing in a minor brand to prop it up. Flatteringly, that minor brand is me.