Notebook: A look at the week that was
I awake on Sunday morning with the anxiety that follows having said too much. Overnight I have received a text message from Eoghan Harris which refers to as "astonishing" my article in last week's newspaper. Astonishing could mean anything - extremely surprising or impressive; amazing. I feel neither impressive nor amazing, but I have surprised myself. Did I really need to tell the country that the Vatican has refused to absolve my sins, of which there are many? Yes, I did. Call it my penance.
That night I meet a friend who works in the advertising industry. We have a pint in the chilly air outside The Stag's Head. It is the night before Halloween and all about there is general mayhem, like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. Oh, another Biblical reference. Is this what it would be like if the gardai went on strike?
When people meet they say what is uppermost on their minds. As a rule of thumb, it is always better to listen than to talk. A shut mouth catches no flies. My advertising exec friend is of the view that alcohol will go the way of cigarettes - unlawful to advertise. Sooner than you think. One major alcohol company is already promoting it to be uncool to drink (too much). Very Don Draper. I turn the conversation to The Young Pope, the brilliant new 10-part series on Sky Atlantic starring Jude Law. There I go again...