Cormac MacConnell: Coining a phrase for jail-shy mega bankers

Every now and again, being quite cracked as ye well know, I get a hot rush of blood to the head and I mint a new word.

It does not happen very often but I enjoy the experience hugely.

Until today, the last time the linguistic event occurred was four years ago when I gave a lift on the road outside Lisdoonvarna to an elderly farmer who had been foddering his stock on a wet outlying farm and whose car had broken down at the gate.