• As an 'exiled' – but proud – Limerick man, I find myself in deep mourning (again).
Having been seriously disillusioned on a previous occasion, when one of my former heroes (and fellow countyman), Willie O'Dea, far from being a fearless, moustachioed fighter for his constituents, actually turned into a bewhiskered pussycat at the tickling fingers of Haughey and Ahern when he got to Dublin, I shamefully changed my allegiance to his foe Michael Noonan.
Imagine, then, my utter confusion when my new hero (and fellow countyman again), far from being the growling, no-nonsense down-to-earth battler who, according to his pre-election TV promises, would put manners on those who had destroyed our country, revealed himself to be nothing more than a puppet dancing to the tune(s) of NAMA and, of course, Ms Merkel.
Where do I go from here? Where do I turn to for heroes? I am a broken man. Oh, where are Sarsfield and Mackey when you need them?
Grantstown, Co Waterford