The curious case of Ivor the Rambler

IVOR Callely doesn’t really live in North Dublin or West Cork — he lives in a bubble inside his own head.

His wrist, but not his hand, rested on the Bible as he swore an oath of truth at the beginning of testimony to the Seanad’s standards committee — though who needs the ‘greatest story ever told’ when you have Ivor’s expenses explanation extravaganza ahead of you?

For had Ivor not been betrayed in his own garden of Gethsemane (well, Clontarf golf course), on that “black day” in May 2007 when the voters gave him the kiss-off? And why? Because he had been “hanged for a non-hanging offence” when sacked as junior minister two years earlier? And now this? Yes, he had been denied natural justice three times before the cock crowed.