Ghost of Christmas past delivers our leader to a fate worse than debt

AND then the ghost dropped him, and the Taoiseach was plummeting towards earth, down, down.

The Taoiseach wasn’t sure if he was screaming, but as the ground rushed towards him, he found himself thinking that this was just what the opinion polls were like. He woke with a start

Nobody else has to work at Christmas, the Taoiseach reflected. But I do. And all to bail out the bloody banks. Here I am, late on Christmas Eve, still in my office. No matter how hard I try, the bloody economic parameters are still lousy going forward. (Yes, the Taoiseach didn’t just talk like that — he thought like that, too.)