Politics is a very serious business. So is comedy.
To continue this incisive comparison, "a week is a long time in politics" and wouldn't you know it, also in comedy, as anyone who had to sit through one of Ronnie Corbett's monologues as a child will attest.
To delve still deeper, it was my old friend (Randolph Silliman Bourne, seriously, he was savage craic with a few on him) who said of the rhinoceros: "Here is an animal with a hide two feet thick and no apparent interest in politics. What a waste."
Now I can't think of a way to seamlessly link that to comedy but yet, the mention of the rhinoceros brings me neatly to the subject of today's missive nonetheless.
Mary Harney. And the day politics was funny.
It happened on a Wednesday I think.
Anyway, during the last election it seems someone got fiendishly, devilishly and deliciously creative with one of Mary's posters. Remember the ones? They had a picture of Mary on them and the slogan read "Don't throw it all away".
A friend of mine was walking past it and was amused to see that underneath, someone had daubed in big black marker: "I'll eat it!"
And there endeth the tale of The Day Politics was Funny, with guest appearance by a quote from Harold Wilson, a nod to Ronnie Corbett and a comical interlude by an election poster, all by way of the humble rhinoceros.
So be warned. In the right hands, politics can be entertaining. Be on the alert.
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Told Himself, and he replied:
"Where did they find a poster big enough to put her on it?"
You'll have to jog my memory on that one.
That's nothing, I was in hospital visiting a cousin who had just had a baby. Harney was on a mission to see how much more money she could squeeze from it. I was holding the baby as she walked past, she took one look at me, looked at the baby and asked "You gonna eat that?"
Cunt.
I wonder how it feels to be the most hated politician in Ireland . . .
I saw her in a restaurant once. Very Mr Creosote-esque moment. Everybody was coyly trying to see what she what and how much see was eating.
I too saw her in a restaurant, she was lashing the foie gras into her like the country didn't matter at all.
She's an awful beast of a woman
I once witnessed an agitated Mary Harney devour a full grown bullock in one sitting. She dislocated her jaw, and began swallowing the poor animal whole, in a snake-like fashion.
The process took over an hour, after which she downed a can of Dr Pepper, belched, warned me "you ain't seen nothin, right?", got back in her car and sped into the sunset. I haven't been the same since. That bullock was my family's livelihood.
True story:
I used to manage the pub in Lucan where she held her weekly clinic. She'd turn up an hour late, drink me out of Jagermeister and eat a chef or two for punishment for not having her favourite biscuit factory to hand.
On her way out one day I was comforting a shocked and scared anerexic who had just had her entire belief structure cemented, she was walking out the door, licking her lips and picking chef from her teeth when she looked me in the eye and sneered:
"I'm off to eat yer ma"
Cunt.
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