My week: Michael Noonan
Monday: I can't say I've ever taken to that Victor Meldrew fellow. Far too upbeat and happy-go-lucky for my liking. But today, I know just how he feels. All day I've been wandering round Government Buildings, shaking my head and muttering: "I don't believe it."
Years I've spent bigging up the EU. Years. There's been no greater servant of the European project than Michael Noonan. Even when the Troika came in and royally shafted each and every one of us, there I stood, reassuring the Irish people it was for the best. Now look what they've done.
It's Commissioner Margrethe Vestager I'm most disappointed with. She was over here in July, you know. Nice as ninepence, she was. There wasn't a peep out of her that the brown stuff was about to hit the fan. Not a peep. She even laughed every time I introduced myself with my little catchphrase: "Noonan's the name, numbers are the game."