The Race for the Park - a tad premature, but…

April 19th, 2008 Gav Posted in Ireland, President, blogs, elections, irishblogs, politics No Comments »

Well, it’s only 1290 days (give or take a month) until we have to elect them, so why not start now?

When I arrived home earlier, Mum was already in full swing. “Did you see the Late Late last night?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Did you see Liz O’Donnell on it? Very good about that stuff in Liberia.”

“Yeah, was quite impressed, I must say.”

“I reckon she’ll run for President.” She said it almost as if we were having a long-running row and she was trying to be vindictive.

“Eh… maybe. Though she’d need the PD nomination and Adrian Hardiman from the Supreme Court bench will probably get it.”

“Oh, really?” And that was pretty much it.

Then cut to my mum’s parents visiting us earlier this evening. It turns out my Grandad is a little more dyed-in-the-wool as an FFer than I would have thought. He went off on an (admittedly logical) rant about how if Bertie had lodged £15k into his account, the statements would have showed up that he’d lodged £15k, and not the IR£16,500-odd that that probably would have converted into. He’s right - if you lodge $100 in the bank, your statement will say you lodged $100 USD, and then give the conversion rate before putting the credit in the right column. According to Grandad the statements only list the IR£ lodgements - begging the question as to why you would convert it just to lodge it, or whether he maybe got it converted in Manchester before returning. Either way, despite the tangent about how “the tribunal was set up to cover planning; how is Bertie’s back accounts anything to do with planning?!”, we eventually hit the same subject again.

“Sure if there’s nothing in Europe before then, he’ll end up as President anyway, sure.”

Enter Mum: “I dunno about that, I think if his bib is dirtied at all he won’t get it.”

And then me. “Nah. To be honest there’s too many people in Fianna Fáil who’ve been biding their time, getting everything ready for ages, and waiting in the background, for Bertie to just decide he wants a better job once he’s not in the Dáil any more.”

Which I thought was a fair point. Then Mum pipes in with her Liz O’Donnell again, and then I recall how when Ciara came back from Brussels she was convinced Brian Crowley MEP would be a great choice and was almost being groomed for the job.

Then I recalled Mary Davis, who was involved in Special Olympics and who addressed us at USI Congress last year as a keynote speaker. Easily flaggable as an option - and then there’s Senator Mary White (at least I think that’s her name - not a great sign if she’s not known by everyone) who’s already declared her interest.

There was Bob Geldof! Maybe even Gerry Adams! And who, pray tell, would get the FG nomination?!

It’s a weird one. But who needs Obama or Clinton when you’ve got a whole three-and-a-half years left of the McAleeses and the world is getting electoral itchy feet?!

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Six One in 10 - 9th July 2007

July 10th, 2007 Gav Posted in Ballymun, Cork, Dublin City Council, GAA, Galway water, Green Party, Ireland, Joe O'Reilly, John Wilson, London bombings, Margaret Hill, RTE, Rachel O'Reilly, Seanad, Six One, Six One in 10, Tour de France, asbestos, blogs, cocaine, cycling, dog ban, elections, football, irish blogs, irishblogs, negative equity, news, soccer, sport 2 Comments »

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not opinionated enough. If I was, I probably wouldn’t have as much trouble writing a blog.”
“What do you mean? Of course you’re opinionated. Sure when we watch the news, you always have something to say about something.”

Opening thoughts: Good that Dobbo and Shaz are back. It was weird last week with Finnerty and O’Hagan for a while.

Joe O’Reilly’s mobile records clash with alibi
(watch clip in Real Player)

Now, generally I’m not one to assume guilt until its proven. But I think with all the odd behaviour reported previously in the trial - like apologising to the Gardaí for moving the body because “I’m probably after ruining it on you now” - when you say you’re supposed to be in a Phibsboro bus depot, and your phone says that you went from the Airport to Balbriggan, and passed down the road from your gaff, your number is up.

He’d “had an affair”, but it was over. And he lied to her about playing softball when he’d been off schmoozing. Well. North along the M1, towards a mast near their home, and then back to the bus depot.

And then there’s the talk about the voicemail - a month after her death, Joe left a voicemail on Rachel’s phone at 8am, saying “Hiya Rach [...] now you’re so cold. The sun was out, it was a normal day, but you had two hours left to live.”

Frankly, not even O.J. could buy his way out of this one.

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