- 14 Apr 17
...Was the resounding message to our correspondent from supporters after recently losing his seat at Stormont. Plus reflections on the Tuam scandal.
A number of supportive phone-calls came in as soon as the returning officer for Foyle finished totting up the votes and told me I wouldn’t be needing the bus-pass for Stormont anymore. But no expression of solidarity warmed my heart as much as my pal Helen Deery’s apt and exquisite instant message:
“Ach Jesus Eamonn I feel cat the day. I didn’t know what to say to you, but chin up mucker, get yourself a good smoke, a wee glass of wine and chill for a while. Fuck the begrudgers and all belonging to them, you’ll feel grand as soon as ye realise you don’t have to put up with that lot of pompous fucking bastards any longer.”
Balm for the wound, Helen, balm for the wound.