“Soup! Glorious Soup!” Braving a shower of rain, the taoiseach arrived by motorcade in the town of Athlone to tumultuous applause. The taoiseach called for silence and spoke with the wit and eloquence remarked on in the past by every important magazine in the world: “The dead centre of Ireland.” he quipped with a sweep of his arm, a laugh and a wink. Everyone fell about. Then he became serious and a respectful hush descended: “In my Five Point Plan I promised to nourish the nation, and here I am, ladle in hand, dishing out the goods. You know.” he confided, “there’s a lot of nourishment in soup. Indeed, I and my colleagues in cabinet enjoy soup every day, just like yourselves. It may be called Potage Bonne Femme or Vichyssoise or Lobster Bisque but, in many ways, it’s the same stuff as you’ll be getting here today. And I promise you this: Before we’re through, there’ll be soup lines like this throughout the length and breadth of the country.” At this point Phil Hogan led the crowd in a song from the musical ‘Oliver’ with a slight alteration to the lyrics devised by a number of political advisers; “Soup! Glorious Soup!” they sang, clutching their bowls and swaying in time to the beat of the Army Number 1 band. Then home to the tumble down shack, happy and contented.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 18:10:43 +0000
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