Marvelling at the smallness of this country.
The biggest political scandal of modern Ireland, North or South, and there are some quare boys down South ('quare' is not a misspelled or backhanded reference to sexual orientation, by the way - look to Behan for clarity), is throwing up revelations by the hour.
The problem that the Robinsons face is, now that a few cats are out of their bags, that everyone here either 'knows someone' or 'knows someone who knows someone'.
The tap is dripping and it wouldn't surprise me if the man himself is gone by the end of the day, jumping before he gets pushed. What this means in terms of the peace process is unclear - the more politicly unstable this place is the more fertile the ground for dissidents to bring guns and bombs back to the table, as witnessed by the bomb attack at the weekend.
We live in interesting times.
EDIT - Peter the Punt has now gone. Temporarily 'to clear his name', but I doubt we'll see him again.