So there it is. Lisbon II is all set to go ahead next October. Probably.
Provided the British don’t lose their bottle in the face of falling poll numbers.
And provided José Manuel Barrosso doesn’t extend the commission’s term of office until say, the end of 2009.
And provided the Czechs don’t throw a spanner in the works when they take over the presidency of the council of ministers.
And provided everyone manages not to royally annoy the Irish electorate with predictions of doom and threats of chucking the Irish team out of the club.
Aw heck, let’s admit it, even if everything went wrong, they’d still go ahead with the referendum. This time, there really is no Plan B.
I just hope we can kill one meme before then.
Ireland can’t negotiate the treaty, I have heard said more than once, because it’s twentysix against one.
No one else wants the pain of renegotiating the future of Europe, so it’s isn’t going to happen. It’s twentysix against one.
No it isn’t.
It’s twentyseven to nil.
No one, including the Irish, wants to renegotiate. And they all wish Ray Crotty had never gone near the Supreme Court.