Are ye right there, Michael
Whenever political demise is imminent for the PDs, it is to this demure yet enterprising figure that his desperate colleagues turn. In 2002, he stuffed his catapult in his back pocket, shinned up a lamp post and took a couple of pot-shots at the bully boys of Fianna Fáil.
This time round he has regaled us on a daily basis with a sensational tale of exploits and derring-do. He's got a good three months out of Sinn Fein.
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