In the UK, there was a rush for Irish passports due to a fear of Brexit, but sure, that wasn’t going to happen either. Not in the real world, baby!
Mitt Romney was calling Trump “a fraud” and a misogynist, but over here the old lockerroom talk was still sounding pretty quaint, with Martin O’Neill remarking that the presence of wives and girlfriends at the Ireland base in France for Euro 2016 would “depend on how good-looking the girls are. If they are really attractive, they’re very welcome. The uglier ones, I’m afraid not.”
The great shock was that Conor McGregor lost to Nate Diaz in Las Vegas, and there was consternation, too, at the announcement that Maria Sharapova had failed a drugs test at the Australian Open. Which only added to the sense of tennis as a steaming cesspool of sleaze, already established by many stories of match-fixing, including a declaration by Novak Djokovic that a few years ago he had been offered $200,000 to throw a game.
On such things did we expend outrage, noting in passing that Hillary Clinton had declined to explain her surprise defeat in Michigan by Bernie Sanders. And that in the endless epic of government formation, Michael Healy-Rae had declined to rule himself out of becoming a Minister for Rural Affairs.
Ireland in general declined to do anything too crazy around the dreaded 1916 commemorations, with one million people attending the Easter Sunday and Easter Monday outings in Dublin. While from a faraway land of which we know nothing, we read that Mikhail Lesin, a former aide to Putin, had died of “blunt force” injuries that were originally thought to be a heart attack.
There was also something about Putin backing Trump, but hell, remind us, what planet was all that on again?