Until December 31, 2012, I could happily claim that the only thing I had remotely in common with Eamon Gilmore, Taoiseach-in-waiting, was our age, approximately.
Then dawns January 1, 2013 and I discover that he has also managed to appear in print in The Times of Malta, albeit on the back page.
As we are short by three months for April Fool’s Day, I can only presume that the universe has decided to play its very own version of a cruel joke.
What does one have to do to get some respite from the likes of Eamon and his ilk in Ireland?