THE scene: The annual cabinet New Year’s lunch in Government Buildings on Merrion Street, Dublin 2.
Michael Noonan: Terrible year, great lunch. Another brandy, Brendan? What’s planned for 2013?
Brendan Howlin: No brandy thanks — pass the morphine, Michael.
Michael: Morphine? Are you hallucinating, Howlin?
Brendan: Oh, I never told you. I had it stored, gallons of it, in the vaults here in Merrion Street. A little item of expenditure which I slipped past the mandarins. Our secret weapon for 2013.
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