Shane Ross: By George! It's air fare lady...
LAST Thursday morning George Bernard Shaw was groaning in his grave.
The socialist champion of the far left Fabian cause would have been horrified. The playwright who left a third of his royalties to Ireland's National Gallery would be shaking with disbelief. The Stalinist sympathiser who loathed the free market would have had a right to feel betrayed.
Shaw's bequest to the National Gallery is probably being used to line Michael O'Leary of Ryanair's bulging pockets – maybe even to help the hate-figure of Ireland's lefties towards a performance bonus. Some of the current income from Shaw's play Pygmalion and the musical My Fair Lady is being spent on weekly flights for an already handsomely paid director of the National Gallery, backwards and forwards, home to London.