“You might consider John Halligan for a vote,” said the canvasser on my doorstep on Monday evening. “Sure he’s one of our own,” he added.
A fair enough comment, many would agree. But there was just one quirk: the canvasser in question could have stepped just out of the pages of a Sean O’Casey script so thick was his Dublin brogue. And the last time I checked, our constituency didn’t elasticate itself all the way to the Red Cow Interchange!
If anything else, meeting that extremely friendly Dub brought a smile to my face on a pretty miserable Monday night, not one made any more entertaining when viewing some of the insipid ‘Frontline’ leaders’ debate.
