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I pat him on the shoulder and tell him to go with God.Īs I watch him walk down the driveway in the rain I look at the newspaper headline. “I had a great knock knock joke ready and everything,” he tells me. “Bottler” then drew the raffle tickets to great applause and told a few jokes. The task had been promised to Bishop Brophy, but then Gay Byrne had stood in front of the audience, mentioned a “mystery guest”, done his nose up in the air while rocking back and forth on his heels thing, and introduced Brendan Grace dressed as Bottler. Bishop Brophy confesses he was “giddy with excitement.” Then they all had a light-hearted panel discussion, and someone was asked to draw raffle tickets from a drum which was being twirled by Zig and Zag. About how he met Twink and Linda Martin in the green room. He tells me about his one appearance on the Late Late Show. But I sense a lack of conviction in him now. He is still railing against Gay Byrne as a possible presidential candidate. I haven’t got the heart to tell him that Fr Lawlor is listening to his iPod.īishop Brophy is at the front door saying his goodbyes. Bishop Brophy takes it as a gesture of support.
“They are intent on poisoning the minds of our children!”įr Lawlor nods and smiles. “Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street might be getting married.” He is apoplectic. To deliver the stories that are important to youīishop Brophy drops his spoon and looks aghast at the newspaper. #Open journalism No news is bad news Support The Journal Fr Lawlor is nodding and smiling as Bishop Brophy rants. Bishop Brophy is on his second bowl of Frosties. They don’t want some old media has-been shaking hands and being “inclusive” while “fostering” debate and discussion in the highest office in the land.” “…people need to be told what’s best for them. There won’t be any rolling it there, Colette, in the Áras. The condom and the banana?”Įveryone shivers involuntarily on the word “condom.” “I mean, how can anyone think that a man who allowed the liberal agenda to find a voice on our television screens can be suitable presidential material? The Bishop and the nightie.
Then Bishop Brophy arrives and stands in the door. We are very excited because we are up to the episode in which Murdoch gets shot. We have all settled down in the common room to watch our A-Team box set.
I suppose if he becomes president he’ll be “facilitating debate” and “listening” to people.” Bishop Brophy digs into his Coco Pops with real fury. “That man did more damage to the Church in Ireland than anyone. I pick up the box of Coco Pops only to find that there are none left. Even thinking about it makes a mockery of the office of president.” I arrive at the breakfast table to be greeted with the sight of Bishop Brophy eating Coco Pops while reading the paper. That the old arch nemesis of our fine Church could even be considered…” “We are talking about Wesley Sneijder going to Man United aren’t we?”īishop Brophy then launches into a tirade about Gay Byrne: “…‘let the people decide…if there’s enough support I’ll consider it’…unbelievable. Admittedly he’s strong, has good vision, and he has two good feet.”īishop Brophy and I look at him. How can anyone consider him to be a viable option?”įr Lawlor interrupts: “I know. He enters, spluttering, and waving a newspaper. On Monday morning, a loud hammering on our front door announces the arrival of Bishop Brophy. This week, with the potential arrival of a certain new candidate, has arguably been the most ludicrous of all. Unfortunately the regrettable beard rash incident with the baby put paid to that. God be with the days when the campaign looked to have at least one stalwart conservative candidate in the homely, matronly shape of Bridie Keegan. THE PRESIDENTIAL race has been lurching from one ludicrous incident to the next.