Mr Brian Goggin
Bank of Ireland
So there I was thinking we had nothing in common. You were a big-shot bankster, while I was just some faceless internet presence. But that all changed, Brian, when I saw you interviewed on TV during the week.
Do you remember that, Brian? Do you remember the bit where the reporter asked you if you’d be taking home less money this year, considering the fact that you presided over a total collapse of your bank’s value, and now the taxpayer has to pump billions into your bank to prop it up?
You didn’t mess around. You told him you certainly would. Your income would be substantially less than last year. That was the word you used, Brian. Substantially. A very good word, if I may say so.
Do you remember that bit, Brian?
Then he asked you how much you earned last year, and I have to confess, you started to lose me. You told him that your disclosed compensation was €2.9 million. Disclosed? Compensation? It made me wonder if you were living off some secret insurance claim instead of a salary.
Big money, Brian. Big, big money.
Look, Brian, I realise you didn’t get where you are today by being stuck for words, so when the reporter asked you how much you’d be taking home this year, after the bank collapsed under your management, you levelled with him.
It’ll be less than two million, you told him.
That was when you won me back, Brian.
That was when I realised we were so alike.
You see, Brian, this is what you and I have in common: next year we’ll both take home less than two million. What a coincidence.
Brian, you have no idea how much you share with ordinary Irish people.