Who makes our Cabinet ministers jump?
If I was a shareholder, I would take Willie Walsh’s arm off to accept his €2.55 bid for my stake in Aer Lingus – but as an Irishman, I would send him packing.
The pending sale of the Government’s AIB shares is being spun as a triumph. Last Monday, Finance Minister Michael Noonan took space in an Irish Times article to announce yet another government “success”.
Willie Walsh never really left Ireland. Indeed, as a people we are proud that the current global predator hovering over Aer Lingus was once a local business hero.
Everybody is utterly turned off by Ireland’s Fiscal Advisory Council (FAC). You are. I am. The Government that appointed it obviously deeply regrets its very existence. It is the party pooper, constantly spoiling the Coalition’s tall tales of a national recovery.
Give us a break. Stifle the phoney outrage. We all knew that certain Fianna Fail TDs were as crooked as bent nails in the Sixties and Seventies.
Margaret Thatcher would have been proud of Mario Draghi last Thursday.
Back in 1984 the Iron Lady famously dismissed all Irish proposals for a Northern Irish solution, rejecting each possible solution with the contemptuous words: “Out, out, out.”
At a press conference in Frankfurt on Thursday the long-winded ECB chief was equally dismissive of questions about Ireland and its relationship with the ECB.
It costs an arm and a leg to come within an ass’s roar of the National Transport Authority.
Try it. A call to the quango that rubber-stamped the bus and train fare increases last week put the fear of God into me.
The scene: tomorrow at the department of Public Expenditure and Reform. A meeting between Public Expenditure Minister Brendan Howlin and ace Central Banker Des Geraghty.
My home telephone rang on Thursday evening. “Deputy,” declared the voice, “I got you elected. Time you put me on a quango.”
It was Eamon Dunphy.
“Whatever you want, Eamon!” I volunteered. “Pity I am not yet in power!”