Last weekend's Seanad vote reminded me why failure is weirdly rejuvenating for Enda - Every time something goes wrong, his indeterminate middle age recedes to display a little boy in daddy's suit, pretending at grown ups. Really it's quite sweet.
Like all children, he didn't want to admit that he got it wrong, in all humility. And like all childish things - he tried to break up with 29 FG Senators, who got an electorate less responsive than Ariel Sharon plugged out to explain in no uncertain terms that breaking up is hard to do.
This'll get awkward when they keep turning up, persistently giving him gifts, like a gun rack for their 'anniversary'. Not having a need for a rack, not possessing a gun or guns for that matter, poor Enda will have to keep smiling through his buachaill grin until he looks again like a man of indeterminate middle age clothed in Enda's very own suit.
Meanwhile Eamon Gilmore. Nuff said, really. My wife and I once went to lunch with Michael D. and by the end he had me volunteering to canvas for Labour. No really, it's not a joke. Still waiting for the punchline nevertheless.
Meanwhile, here's footage from FG's first day back in Leinster House; Upper House undemolished.
