Before I forget, does anyone know what building Bertie’s new offices (for which more than €220,000 (cost of building a standard house) has been spent on renovating) are located in? By any chance are we talking ‘Protected Structure’? If so, did anyone lodge a planning application for approval? I'm not being rhetorical, I'd genuinely like to know.
Anyway, when I was passed on the link to Bertie’s new self promoting website http://bertieahernoffice.org/video.php , I, like everybody else I’m sure, thought to myself: ‘has that nice spoofy-comedic set up, but I’m seeing any punchline?’ (unlike the excellent ‘Cowen’s Downfall’ which has been doing the rounds on YouTube this week: sorry - too many rude words in it for me to post on this site, but if that kind of thing doesn’t offend you, it’s really worth Googling). Turns out it’s not an intended joke after all but, rather, the start of Bertie’s campaign to become our next president! Apparently he feels comfortable about doing this because of something to do with the peace process…
Anyway, Bertie was forever justifying personal pay increases, perks and the like on the basis that, were he working in the private sector, he’d be earning so much more money than he was as Taoiseach.
But doing what, I’ve often wondered? Even if it were possible to make the kind of money he was talking about in his old job totting up figures in some back office at the HSE, on the strength of his evidence to the Mahon Tribunal, during which he showed no aptitude to handle any kind of account whatsoever, I couldn’t imagine him rising to the top of that particular career ladder.
So what, exactly, would Bertie do in private life to make the kind of money he thinks he’s worth…
How about this: does anyone agree that he’d make a great (with the utmost respect to all you Quantity Surveyors whom I consider to be amongst my closest friends and who these days are more Project Delivery Strategists than the old fashioned Quantity Surveyors of yore, so please don’t be offended) Quantity Surveyor? What do you think?
Can’t you imagine him – the guy at the Design Team meetings, forever destined to almost fall asleep when the architect and services engineer get to the part about ‘embodied energy’? Occasionally interjecting ‘we might just want to explore the capital cost consequences (of, say, having each individual piece of glass hand made in Murano) before confirming that order’ (as nobody else pays the slightest bit of attention)? Overcompensating for the fact that doesn’t do black cashmere polo-necks by sporting a made to measure Louis Copeland with Peter Sutherland cufflinks and an oversparkly tie? Arriving at site meetings in the car with the best resale value? Politely showing up at team-bonding Bloomsday picnics wondering why on earth the bird on the stage keeps shouting ‘yes!’ over and over again.