But both here, and in the UK, politicians are by and large just plain old fugly; I mean, can you imagine the spectre of Lord Mandelson or Brian Lenihan looming over you with that certain look? *shudder*

But there’s one thing that Ireland has which the UK doesn’t – Eamon Ryan.

"...and then Mary looked right at me and it shrank this much..."

As politicians go, he’s a bit of eye candy alright. You can practically see Sweary Mary slide off her seat in the Dail when he strides in & was recently heard leering, “Ah shure, g’wan with yer fine self Eamon & let me ride yer face ya stud.”*

And really, who could blame her? There’s slim pickings to be fair. (Image credit)

But seriously, there’s something about him that means I very probably would. Wouldn’t you?

I tweeted about this last and it was possibly one of the most re-tweeted, er, tweets I’ve every had, which not only says a lot about the crap I waffle on about on Twitter, but also that I’m not alone in thinking it. Had a fair few people agree with me, but there were certain provisos that we came up with.

My initial caveat was that he wouldn’t be allowed to speak during “the deed” as frankly I don’t want hear any of his Green, spineless, u-turny nonsense when I’m in the moment.

So the rules are:

1. no speaking
2. any speaking will result in him being gagged
3. no pulling the freaky eyed stare.
4. any freaky-eyed stare will result in him being blindfolded

It’s starting to look a little bit kinky, this session I have planned with the yummy Eamon. Definitely going to need a safe word methinks, which shall be “fiscal rectitude” as suggested by Suzy. Because let’s face it, his party have already helped to f*ck the country up the ass, so some safety measures must be put in place.

But risks aside, just look at this picture that Damien brought to my attention… I probably still would (but not the ass bit, I’m a nice girl)

Raaarrrrrr!