Qué caradura! Indeed.
If you were wondering where former Taoiseach, and blank-cheque-signing former Finance Minister, Bertie Ahern was as financial matters hit the fan, in Saturday’s Irish Times Miriam Lord provided the answer – Honduras.
This public-speaking lark is turning into a nice little earner for the small to medium enterprise that is now Senor Bertie, TD SME, who must view his substantial Dáil salary and pension as little more than a sideline. Mind you, if he’s so good, why isn’t he helping out back home? For while Bertie drags the mouldering carcass of “El Tigre Celta” around to heavily indebted poor countries such as Honduras (for a fee), the people of Ireland are trying to deal with “El Burro Celta” he left in its place. We can only hope he didn’t “volcar la tarta de manzana” by telling his Central American audience that “los tiempos de boom se hacen mas boomier”. Qué caradura! (Or what a neck, as they say in Honduras.)
Given that the ‘free pass’ Berty received after his grotesque-Father-Tedesque telly-crying-act must now be sorely regretted by the plain, and very gullible people of Ireland, keeping himself in a different continent maybe the safest place for the gombeen pimpernel.
Que sera, sera.
Doris
True, Sammy. We should have sussed that he was a conman with no redeeming moral virtue when he tricked the public into believing that the leaders of one of Europe’s largest organised crime gangs were fit and proper people to hold public office.
And no, I’m not referring to FF.
Dave,
I think you can put that one down to SFs good friends in Downing Street with whom they cut their deal – and Unionists, who were not the keenest of partners, to be fair, werent tricked but rather coereced.
Don’t upset the apple tart!
I’m not familiar with that one. But then I’ve never hung out in Tegucigalpa. I don’t imagine Bertie will hang around too long either. Like the lady said he’s a real chancer.
Still, it’s a hard and risky profession he has chosen.
I mean after you have sung, what readies do you get them to slip into the suitcase? Euro? Perhaps but it’s chancy. Dollar – fecked. Pound- fecked.
I know… the Chinese Renmenbi!