Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore as Dáil session one for the books
Some of the more veteran deputies were looking bewildered. What in the name of God was going on?
One minute, leaders’ questions was proceeding nicely. In fact, it was tipping along even better than usual. It was more like old times, before all this fancy-dan confidence-and-supply sleeping-with-the-enemy farrago, with the respective leaders of the Blueshirts and Soldiers of Destiny taking right skelps off one another.
