No one smells of roses in Lisbon window dressing

CRAMMED awkwardly into the window of Arnott’s, Declan Ganley and Micheál Martin were wedged between the perfume counters, but Mairead McGuinness could smell only one thing — testosterone.

The Fine Gael MEP insisted there was too much of it hanging over the makeshift Lisbon debating table, set up by the Pat Kenny Show so shoppers on Henry Street could gawp at the gathering through the glass, and she wanted it gone.

“She means they’re talking bollocks,” observed one seasoned ex-minister watching proceedings nearby.