Gallagher goodies offer can-do candy

A BEAMING Sean Gallagher looked like he was high on Happy Pills.

Not the naughty sort that used to be available in head shops, but rather the sweetie variety dotted around the Candy Lab where he was turning his hand to a spot of electioneering ice cream making.

Indeed, Temple Bar’s Candy Lab seemed the perfect place for the ever-optimistic Gallagher message. It sits in the shadow of the Central Bank and next to a thrift shop — the incompetence of one creating the rise of the other — but it is ruled over by a mystery figure known as Prof Sugarcoats.