Our master’s voice

Declan Doyle (Letters, March 5) is on the button.

On March 31 we tap the forelock and do our master’s bidding while on March 17 we jig and dance like Barry Fitzgerald in the black and white movies.

We might as well bring back the Punch posters of the 1840’s, sympathetic and pathetic. I can hear a certain politician say “all humbug sir, never was better in my life. Thank heaven”.