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Oh, for the luxury of silliness

Brendan O'Connor


 

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Oh, for a proper silly season. Oh, to lock the place up and put up a 'Gone Fishing' sign for August, leave Willie O'Dea in charge, possibly with a gun cocked, and head away and forget about it all for a while. There is no doubt that we've all had enough of each other now. We've all been cooped up together for long enough on this little island, suspicious that anyone who comes too close could kill us with their poisoned droplets.

The politicos have definitely had enough of each other and that's just the ones who are supposed to be in government together. The tension between the two taoisigh is so palpable now that you feel they need to take it outside and actually trade blows, or else get a room where they can roar at each other until the air is cleared. But then the politicos have been given a room where they can roar at each other. The biggest room we could find, down in the Convention Centre. And they have been roaring. It all frayed on the last day of term as Leo claimed he and his colleagues were being bullied by the small parties. The Greens appeared to be bullying themselves, with the wielder of the whip refusing to be whipped.

We weren't too judgmental. We can all empathise. We've all experienced a version of the old joke recently, where you mean to ask a loved one to pass the salt, but you accidentally say: "I hate you and I'm sick of the sight of you."