Political memoirs offer clear choice between integrity and corruption

I WORKED for a couple of years with Frank Dunlop. Not a lot of people are prepared to admit that.

What's more, he once gave me two bottles of good French wine. Produced them from the boot of his car, he did, and waved away my protestations with a flourish. I was protesting because it hadn't occurred to me to get him a Christmas present. But I admit here and now that I enjoyed the wine and that I never made a statement to the Flood Tribunal about it.

I never, on the other hand, worked with Austin Currie, though I knew him slightly when he was a TD and got to watch him at close quarters when he became a presidential candidate.