It was just another routine day of saving the country when the Taoiseach rang. I was surprised he had my phone number. “Eamon – you might remember me,” he said. “There’s been some stuff happening with Callinan. It took place a fortnight ago and I thought you should be kept abreast of the latest developments.”
I was shocked – the Taoiseach had actually contacted me about something. My next move was crucial. However, I wasn’t going to be pressured into anything – I would offer my view when the Taoiseach gave it to me. I told my departmental secretary to inform him of such in no uncertain terms.
The meeting called for early that Monday morning was testy. “Who’s this guy?” an FG minister said as he pointed at me. The Taoiseach was furious. “Eamon – why haven’t you made the tea?” he scolded. I knew straight away it was anecdote I would be recounting in my dismal memoirs… (Contd. inside ad nauseum)