You’re right, minister, middle-class complacency is the way to go

I NEED to testify. I want to recant. I want to tell the minister it’s all that dreadful Fintan O’Toole’s fault.

I promise there'll be no more whingeing from me, no more suffocating dishonesty and self-loathing in the guise of social commentary. I know when I've been well and truly rumbled.

I should have known that when our great and revered Minister for Justice, long may he reign, was going to the MacGill Summer School, that he would bring with him his unbending commitment to justice and truth. It must have been inconvenient for him to have to deal there with the McBrearty family, and, indeed, to admit that justice and truth had been lacking in the State's dealings with that family. But once he had ringingly declared that he wouldn't be bullied by the McBreartys (thereby demonstrating a hitherto unsuspected gift for irony, to add to his many other talents), he set about exposing the evils of left-wing commentary.