For a few dollars more... some answers, Bertie boy?

IF THE curious saga of Bertie Ahern’s purchase of his Drumcondra home were a children’s story it would be called The Buying, The Stash and The Wardrobe.

The extraordinary explanation of how Mr Ahern clambered the long and winding road to Beresford Avenue was fleshed out in scintillating detail by his former landlord Michael Wall.

With slicked back white hair and a matching beard, the Mayoman-turned-Manchester millionaire looked like the lost triplet brother of Colonel Sanders and Kenny Rogers — and had a tale to tell the Mahon corruption probe as compelling as any deep fried southern country and western classic.