‘Operation Jedward’ a perfect plot to make us forget the doom and gloom

HE wasn’t in good humour.

The other participants in the weekly conference could tell, by the way D was impatiently tapping his teaspoon against the china cup, that he was out of sorts.

It was unusual. Normally, it was impossible to tell what sort of humour D was in. He prided himself on his inscrutability. And of course, that was one of the qualities you’d expect in the head of the Irish Secret Service.