Article copyNope, no matter how hard I try, I can't think of a better way to start the week-end than with the news that Sarkozy's nasty little coup de super-état has been squashed by the Irish people. Sure, it won't stop the ugly pan-European technocrats on their course to build up their western version of the Soviet Union—and probably hardly slow them at all—but any pan thrown in the process is a cause for celebration.
Champagne is merely the piss of a Parisian prostitute, and I don't drink that stuff, but I do break the Jameson and take my hat off. Cheers to the Irish! I spent some of the best times of my life (so far) in Ireland (far too) many moons ago, and I'm glad to see that the Irish live up to my memories.