On the retirement of Lord Eames

I haven’t seen much blogging on the retirement of Robin Eames, but what there has been has been very different. From Vance to Crowe.

  • Jo

    A man whose working life has been productive, positive and filled with grace and graciousness. His Godliness is almost tangible and I wish him a long and happy retirement. His presence will indeed be missed by very many, including, I suspect, very many not of his own “flock.” In a divided society, there are few figures of whom one can say that.

    Typically, that would be seen by the prejudiced and bitter as weakness. Holing out the hand of reconcilation as Eames has done for decades, is an act of the strongest of men.

  • Pete Baker

    “I haven’t seen much blogging on the retirement of Robin Eames”

    You should read Slugger more often, Michael 🙂

    Eames to retire at Christmas

  • The Longstone One

    “By robustly giving voice to these values of decency and compassion, Robin Eames has shown how Northern Ireland can be a better, fairer society. It is perhaps an indictment of past, and some present, unionist political leadership that it was an Anglican Archbishop of Armagh who best gave voice to the values, aspirations and wounds of unionism, rather than the political leaders.”

    Does Brian see himself in the mould of Alex Kane and his tendency to criticise (among others) the leadership of his own party.

    10 out of 10 for honesty but not sure i’d give Brian too many marks for judgment in saying it!

    By the way, whatever did happen to Gerald Ratner?

  • Useful Fool

    I will always remember Robin Eames for his explicitly named inclusion in the NIO’s Agreement referendum PR strategy document. To be branded as someone who could be relied upon by the Government to do their bidding months before any deal had been done wasn’t his finest moment, surpassed only by actually fulfilling that role.

  • Michael Shilliday

    I said I hadn’t seen much, not that I hadn’t seen any!

  • exBangorBoy

    He was my dad’s best man, he was, at my mum and dad’s wedding at Bangor Parish Church back in 1964.

    Always wanted to meet the man, but never had the chance (we emigrated to Canada in 1977).