The useful politician

I am not particularly a fan of the Taoiseach.
I am not an Enda-basher either.

To be truthful, I am not a fan but I respect his fanning properties.

He got my midsummer barbecue to just the right level of heat (barbecued marinated turkey breast for them, barbecued celery sticks for me...)

Politicians are after all masters of the art of blowing (shit, mostly).

The alternative shot for today was the worryingly large pool of vomit that Mimi dumped on the floor beside her bed, after gorging on ice cream and Nutella sandwiches at a birthday party.
If only she had learned a lesson in gluttony, but I seriously doubt it.

Thanks Mrs Raheny for the shot, to remind me of how fat I once was