As bad as the rest

Sadly, figures have caught up with the latest Fianna Fail conman and the cool clean hero that was Brian Lenihan is now lying in the gutter with the rest of his party cronies.

Over two years he displayed an aura of I "know what I'm talking about and trust me" and foolishly we did. Only those who pointed to his lack of a financial background doubted his ability to provide leadership and in time their judgements have been vindicated.

I wish the man no evil and I hope he recovers from his illness, I laud his ability and courage to stand up and face the music when others wouldn't, but I now urge him to get his naive face off the bloody stage. The World Bank and / or the IMF are on their way.

At Eye Level at the Lane

A new hero has emerged at the Lane - misses penalty, booked, scored, sent off and gets man of the match award.

Hail the Dutchman.

Leeds 4 Preston 6

Boys, we have got to get down to Elland Road while this stuffs going on. Looks like the old days are back.

Disappointing result for Leeds though, particularly having led 4-1 after 39 mins.

Keep an eye on this lad though - looks as though he could go places - impressed for Ireland when he came on as sub against Las Malvinas, and has scored some super goals in the Championship to date. Keith Tracey of PNE.

Follow me up to Carlow

Nice to hook up with Clifford on his side-trip to Dublin recently. Hopefully next time he will mask his disappointment at not meeting Mark Ryan better and show more interest in the non-rugby playing bores that we are.

In any event several stories were trotted out over dinner in Dawson Street - including one about the fabulous day when Rich tried to kill us all on the road between Carlow and Kilkenny. Fabulous because we survived the car crash, and then proceeded to get totally wasted in the nearer pub which conveniently was about thirty yards from the scene of the accident. Fond memories of Bob Hudson joining in a few glasses of his favourite whisky before driving us back to Dublin to start the journey again (in Clifford's car).

The little green Mazda was never the same again, and Rich decided it was time to settle down and get married.

A bridge too far

Everton's lowly position in the Premiership is attributable to their overdependence on their midfield and the inability of their forwards to rattle in a reasonable number of goals.

Jermaine Beckford is a case in point - looked smart around the higher levels of the First Division with Leeds, but a step up by two divisions was too much for him to take. Six weeks in and one penalty against Huddersfield to show for his endeavours, large questionmarks must be beginning to surface.

While we can point the finger at Beckford and his ilk, the real issue is Moyes who has to take the blame for continually bringing in below par performers to play up front or for being unable to instill the flexibility needed to allow the team to play in a manner not involving a packed midfield.

Jermaine Beckford, Andrew Johnson, James Beattie, The Yak, Louis Saha, and the list goes on and on. Big money signings who flopped - we all make mistakes I know - but the same one time and time again - I don't know. Everton need to rid themselves of this delusion that Moyes is a great manager working with limited resources - let's face it he's a plodder who needs to be shafted to allow the club return to its' expected position.

Nearer my God to thee

Inda Kinny’s appalling lack of judgement on the issue of pairing this week, and Labour’s triumphalism at their timely interjection, is another fine example of how fucked up this country’s political system is.

Why can’t all these morons realise that most of the rational people in the country don’t give a shit about who did what at Beal na Blath, or who was licking the stamps at the GPO in Easter Week. We want to bury the Civil War politics that have blighted this country for so long and we want leaders who will make decisions based on the common good rather their party’s perceived electoral standing.

It’s akin to the crew of the Titanic fist-fighting to decide who should get the prime position on the captain’s bridge to observe the Milky Way.

Wankers.

I want you to go forward ....... forward in time

Fuck, we could end up looking like this.

In a few easy steps from this:

Morpheus, Dickie Murphy, Pills and Topcat -in the words of the immortal Spud Murphy - to the church door and back.