We need actions to speak louder than words in our ailing health system

I WAS chatting to someone the other day whose pleasure (or pain) it is to spend a lot of time on the ministerial corridor in Leinster House.

I’m not dropping names here, much as I’d like to, because I must protect the identity of my informant. He (or maybe she) and I spent a bit of time ruminating about how much longer their sojourn in that bleak place might last.

The person in question is quite committed to staying there as long as possible, and doesn’t see it as a bleak place at all.