Who says crime always pays? Not when ‘Fab’ Vinnie Browne is on the prowl and coming on like Dirty Harry on a good hair day (see vid below). Will Bertie Ahern be able to – oh yes! – get his house in order before the general election kicks in, or has Vinnie finally flithered every last shred of the erstwhile emperor’s new clothes? Or, pushing the boat out, should we just elect the arm-chancing genius on the right (nope, the arm-chancer on the right, folks - the one wearing the 'Been there, bought the Taoiseach' t-shirt). What’s that you say? What do Patrick Bartholomew’s finances have to do with our stated remit of reporting on Irish crime fictions? Erm, nothing. Nothing at all. That’s all for this week, folks – y'all come back here now, y'hear?
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