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Michael O'Doherty: Maybe we should pity David ... he had to live with Lorraine Drumm


Lorraine and David Drumm

Lorraine and David Drumm

Andrew McMenamin of the Crisp Cafe

Andrew McMenamin of the Crisp Cafe

A scene from Infectious.

A scene from Infectious.


Lorraine and David Drumm

David Drumm has lost his battle to be declared bankrupt in the US, which would have allowed him to escape his debts of about €10m.

This is mainly due to the fact that the US judge presiding over his application considered him an appalling liar.

Central to these findings was Drumm's claim that he did not give his wife, Lorraine, €1m of his own money in 2008 in an attempt to keep it out of reach of creditors.

Unlike Sean Dunne, who famously gave his wife Gayle €100m out of "love and affection", Drumm gave Lorraine €1m because she demanded it.

This is a good time to turn the spotlight on Lorraine's own testimony, as revealed by recordings of the court action which were released this week.

"My husband was working all the hours that God gave him, he was never at home," she revealed. "I didn't know if our marriage would survive, I didn't know if he was going to drop dead of a heart attack, as that's what it looked like most days."

Faced with the imminent death of the husband whom she obviously adored, having promised to support "in sickness and in health", what did Lorraine do? She asked for €1m.

"I thought to myself, maybe I can see a future without him. I just wanted provision for me and my girls, which I owed to them...I wasn't thinking about my husband's creditors. I was thinking about me and my two children, and my marriage that was falling apart."

In that one sentence, Lorraine Drumm has encapsulated better than anyone the greed, the vulgarity, the sheer lack of humanity that accompanied much of the Celtic Tiger era.

Here is a woman who believed that her husband might drop dead and she worried only about how she would remain in the lifestyle to which she and her children had become accustomed. Without the ATM machine that was her husband at her side.

Most spouses have the decency to at least wait for a handout until after a separation. Not Lorraine Drumm, however. The fact that her marriage was in trouble was enough for her to seek a handout.

So at a time when most wives would be supporting their husband, trying to relieve the stress that he was enduring as he was fighting off creditors, Lorraine decided to add to it, demanding that he pay her off before he was unable to do so, on account of being dead.

It's hard to think of a situation where anyone would feel the slightest bit of sympathy for the loathsome David Drumm. But perhaps the fact that he had to live with Lorraine is enough to elicit some pity.

If ever a couple truly deserved each other, it's the Drumms.

Success of the crisp sandwich shop gives us some junk food for thought

You couldn't make it up.

Just as the nation is in the middle of making a concerted effort to get into shape after the excesses of Christmas, and just as there were signs of a growing awareness of an obesity problem that costs the country €1.1bn each year, a café opens in Belfast whose sole aim seems to be to shove as much junk food into you as possible.

Needless to say, the tabloid press who are on one page lauding Operation Transformation contestants for their sacrifices in trying to shed their excess pounds, are on the very next page giddily talking up the new enterprise.

Simply Crispy, they proudly announce, is "the world's first crisp sandwich shop".

They're right: the shops sell, among other items, crisp sandwiches, featuring your favourite Tayto, King or Walkers' flavours sealed in floury bread, with side orders of chips and sauce.

The shop is a pop-up, open for a month or so, launched on the back of a suggestion on a satirical website.

Nonetheless the fact that it sold out of crisp sandwiches within two hours of opening should give us (junk) food for thought.

It won't do any harm whatsoever to the bottom line at The Wee Cafe, the business behind the pop-up.

Witness the way the heady combinations of carbs, salt and fat were proudly displayed this week by the creative genius behind the store, Andrew McMenamin.

"I know people are on diets in the new year, but hopefully they are breaking their resolutions by now and will stop in," he said.

Buoyed by the initial success of his Belfast pop-up he is now considering opening one up in Dublin.

This might be a light-hearted joke but it shows us one thing: grease sells. I don't see those obesity figures changing anytime soon.


Don't bother with Infectious ... it won't catch

Six months after making a pilot spin-off show, the former cast members of Tallafornia have admitted defeat in trying to get a TV station to broadcast it, and simply put their work up on Youtube. Infectious is, indeed, something to behold.     

A 'theory of evolution'-defying parade of Neanderthal behaviour, the show is an uninterrupted exercise in preening and bitching by all concerned.      

So badly produced that much of it is inaudible, from what I could make out the most commonly-used expressions seemed to be: c**t, c**k and f**k.      I can only warn you against watching Infectious, just in case the staggering stupidity of the participants turns out to be just that.


*Senator Catherine Noone has asked for Conor McGregor's UFC bout to be banned from Ireland, as she considers the sport of mixed martial arts to be "vile", and that "gruesome injuries are all-too frequent".

It's hard to escape that there is a hint of elitism in her campaign against the sport, which draws a predominantly working-class, male audience. Statistics show that MMA is no more dangerous than boxing, with injury levels per 1000 fights running at about the same. So if Catherine wants to be consistent, she should be seeking to ban all boxing from the country as well.

Well-intentioned though her claims may be, Senator Noone has picked the wrong fight.