Joker Kenny’s flushes out success with toilet humour

THE look of uncertainty across Enda Kenny’s face suddenly gave way to relief. He’d done it at last. He’d said something funny and the realisation hit him like a train.

You could almost hear him thinking: “My God! People are actually laughing with me, not at me! Yes, I’m cool!”

Even the rougher boys on the Fianna Fáil benches were chuckling. Enda had gone from head nerd to one of the gang in a few seconds. This was the day things were going to change. No one was going to steal his dinner money, or flush his head down the Dáil toilets again. Oh no. He’d made it. Enda the humour extender was born.