Thursday, January 31, 2008
Padraic Pearse McGuinness, whose funeral will be held today in Sydney, was an advice- and absinthe-dispensing friend of this site, which never reduced my anxiety when in his company. I was always worried I’d bore him. Paddy had a low tolerance for dullness.
For that reason, he’d probably get a kick out of Paul Keating’s insane rage (if not the content of Keating’s piece, which is dull + pompous x psychologically wretched). Keating has probably crossed a line here, which would matter if he mattered. As it stands, even his closest supporters must by now be wishing he’d just shut up.