Dáil floor show has deputies rolling in aisles

IT was early, too early for a caper like this. Someone had leaked all the sauce about the airport out of town to the ingrates in the Teamsters and the precinct captain wanted to get to the bottom of it.

At least the guys across the way had some consideration for a man suffering from nicotine withdrawal. They noticed the pallor on Martin Cullen’s face.

“He can get out for a cigarette,” suggested Michael Ring. “Let him out for a smoke.”