By now, the newspapers have been put to bed. Based on the preview I caught on Vincent Browne’s TV3 show, half of them are predicting dire consequences for you as a result of George Lee’s abdication. My guess is your media advisers have spent the day going over your response with you.
So here’s what you do.
Fire them.
By all accounts, you’re a very personable chap in the flesh, and every bit as charming and effective as Bertie Ahern on a canvas. But in front of a microphone, you look like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
I don’t think that’s your fault. You’ve been listening to too many media experts telling you how to behave. Smile. Don’t smile. Show gravitas. Show a lighter side. Be presidential. Be everyman.
Too much advice. As a result, you’re never sure which piece of advice to follow, and it shows. You look wooden.
And the more your front bench protest that there’s no leadership question, the more they will be asked about your poll numbers.
So to hell with it. Fire the media gurus, and just be yourself. Maybe people will actually like you.
Let Enda be Enda. Before it’s too late.
