Was watching The Meaning of Life with Gay Byrne on RTE 1 tonight, interviewing Bertie Ahern.

I try to avoid Gay like the plague that he is - he was bad enough when he was in full employment but has become much worse since he retired.  He's like one of those annoying paintings that frequent the walls of the Headmaster's Office in Hogwarts - dead but still there annoying and advising in the smuggest way imaginable.

Bertie is very polished as usual but really it is wearing a bit thin.  The questions were all about God and life and the answers were homey and occasionally serious, giving up the drink for the Holy Souls in November, praying with Ian Paisley, a genuine belief in the Real Presence, though of course asked and answered in the slightly embarrassed way you'd expect of men of that generation.  It was going reasonably well, I was thinking "well at least he believes and tries his best to practise, even within the marital situation he created for himself" when he revealed that he hadn't been to confession in over forty years and that he didn't believe in it and he felt himself perfectly capable of talking to God himself without a priest.

In other words, he's a protestant.