In the Minister's crazy Shatter-sphere we're to blame

IT WAS Shatter-Day Night Fever in the Dáil as, after seven hours of sustained attack, the sly smile on the Justice Minister’s face signalled: “I’m staying alive.”

Opponents had wanted to dance on his political grave, but some not-so fancy footwork from Alan Shatter saw him sashay away from trouble yet again.

The one-man-crisis-magnet was so beset by woe that an emergency debate was not enough to deal with all the doo-doo he has got himself into, the Dáil needed to devote a whole day to his disaster-laden tenure in charge of law and order.