Goodbye to lies about Lisbon, time to let Lisbon lie

THE Lisbon campaign continued to enthral the nation to the very end last night as its final moments exploded in a flurry of sex, lies and tickertape.

Sorry, I was lying – well apart from the bit about the lies – as the listless, barely-lit fag-butt of political debate was stubbed out in the ashtray of history with just another orgy of everybody accusing everybody else of lying about everything to mark its passing.

Relief that the whole thing was finally over even saw that rarest of things flicker upon the Taoiseach’s face – a smile. It didn’t suit him. And it was soon rubbed away at the final Fianna Fáil press conference by very direct questioning.