My friends are doing well. The bastards.

Flipping through the telly last night, I see pal Averil Power giving a solid account of herself on Vincent Browne. Then I see Marc McSharry, whom I knew in boarding school, also appointed to the FF front bench. And then finally, I see crony and colleague Andrea Pappin (the one who does all the work at on The Eleventh Hour becoming the Nigella Lawson of Irish political punditry.

I’m reminded of that Oscar Wilde(?) saying: Everytime I see one of my friends getting on, a little bit of me dies. 

4 thoughts on “My friends are doing well. The bastards.

  1. Yes, but my fear is that it’ll involve a wooden post, a cigerette, and six fellas with rifles!

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