It’s not my place to comment on the politics of our neighbouring country, except to say this: I admire them. I admire the British politicians.
I admire the fact that they’re prepared to resign, in contrast to the gobshites who populate our body politic.
I admire the fact that, for the most part, they don’t expect to hand down their seats to their sons and daughters.
I admire the fact that their politicians can actually speak instead of mumbling prepared platitudes from a a crib-sheet.
What I don’t admire is their horrible class distinction.
I don’t admire the fact that they looked down on Michael Martin because of his accent, or his social origins, or his religion.
I don’t admire their insufferable self-righteousness, but I do admire their integrity, which is greater than ours.
On the other hand, unlike Douglas Hogg, I can’t imagine an Irish politician claiming expenses for cleaning his moat, but that’s because we’re not posh enough to have moats.
If Irish politicians actually lived in castles, I can assure you they’d be far worse than any of their British counterparts.
I never thought I’d hear myself saying this, but it’s true: we need to become a lot more like the British.