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There's Only So Much Speculation A Td Can Take, me
Topic Started: Apr 27 2007, 11:23 AM (100 Views)
JoanneVIP
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THE BOSS
IT'S like a labour ward around here," commented one government adviser with the satisfaction of someone who enjoys pulling the wings off flies.

True enough, though - Leinster House easily outstripped Holles Street yesterday, given the level of pain being endured by the inmates, who felt they had long since passed their due date.

There they were, loading up their cars with boxes, shaking hands and wishing people luck, convinced that this was The Day. But yet again it wasn't.

Poor things. How many days of "mounting speculation" can they be expected to take?

For now, though, everyone is extremely interested and the chatter began in early morning with the news that Bertie had taken a helicopter to a 1,000-a-plate breakfast in Monaghan and back again to Dublin. A helicopter? He, who is mortally afraid of choppers? It must be today, then, if he was in such a rush to get back to Dublin. Or so the story went.

Brian Cowen was taking the order of business, what with Michael McDowell in Templemore at a Garda graduation ceremony.

Everyone was on tenterhooks, expecting Bertie to burst through the skylight in a shower of glass. It was that kind of a day.

Liz McManus sounded suitably irate as she criticised the lack of time being devoted to the debate on the health insurance reforms.

The legislation was being "steamrolled" through the House by the PDs, who were only interested in profit and not patient care, she said, adding that the Government had lost all sense of being accountable to the people.

"We are in the twilight days of this Dail," said Joan Burton, as she wondered whether the Government was going to manage to find the time to close that interesting loophole that so benefits their rich, property-developing friends.

Brian Cowen informed her that it was sorted.

But there was nary a sign of Bertie. Almost as if on purpose, he was keeping an extremely low profile. He didn't show up at the National Maternity Hospital at 4pm for a nice family photo op as his daughter Georgina left hospital six days after giving birth to twins Rocco and Jay.

Bertie, in fact,d was holed up in his constituency office in St Luke's for most of the day.

Speculation reached ludicrous heights when the excited news went around the House that his car was "pointing towards town". Is this what we had been reduced to - studying the lie of Bertie's merc as though it were the slabs of Stonehenge?

Today, definitely today, then, said the deputies, Leinster House staff and reporters, all gathered out on the plinth, taking a breath of fresh air to cool their fevered brows.

But on his own office doorstep, the Taoiseach put a disappointingly sharp end to the gossip when a Newstalk radio mike was thrust into his face.

"Oh, eventually," was his easy breezy answer when questioned as to whether he was going to dissolve the Dail.

Was he on his way to do it now? "No, I'm not," he replied.

"Not today?" "No."

Then when can we expect it? The slamming of a car door was his only reply as Bertie exited stage left.

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Thanks for posting, jo :D
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