Match-making made uneasy after Berlin love parade

IT was political speed dating, but Enda was the man they were all hating.

There he was, playing the Euro-love God, swanning into the studio, bragging about his big romance with a rich, friendly frau in Berlin — while the other party leaders lived on their nerves knowing they all faced being jilted at the looming election alter.

Eamon Gilmore was especially fretting, he’d got himself into trouble and it was beginning to show — if the Labour leader didn’t get the Blueshirt shotgun marriage he’d been promised, he knew he could kiss goodbye to his precious reputation.