Only a real political alternative will do

WALKING through Cork city on Monday, I fell into step and got speaking for a time to a pleasant, elderly gentleman who was also walking in the same direction as me.

As I approached my parked car I wished him a good evening, he crossed the street and I proceeded to drive away.

After pulling off and checking my rearview mirror, I was dismayed to see the same respectable gentleman scavenge through a wheelie bin, pull out some bread packaging and proceed to consume the remnants of a sliced pan.