No Honour Amongst Thieves, Murderers or Drug Dealers.

Not so very long ago the Joe Duffy Radio show had that self-important knob Paul 'Insert catchy title' Williams on his radio show. Paul was doing his usual line of shtick talking about how Someone 'fats/the lips/Larry the lamb' Somethingorother had fled the country after a second man had taken out a contract on his life. It was the usual Williams self aggrandising tabloid style bleat, with lots of talk and very little concrete fact. So little in fact that when the Lips/lamb/Fats combo called the show to disprove his fleeing the country there was a talk off between them.
Now a talk off between a Journalist who chest beasts and scumbag who answers questions by repeating the same question is funny, but wearing after a while there's only so much...
'Do you deal drugs?'
'Do I deal drugs?"
...a person can listen too, even if you are delighted to hear it. However on that fateful day a most fantabulous thing did happen. The man-John Daly- who was supposed to have a contract out on Fats/Lamb/Lips/Lucky/The viper/The Wiper suddenly calls the show and WHOAH to back up Lam/viper/Sniper/Commander Riker, and suddenly it's on. Duffy couldn't believe his luck, right up to and probably including the moment when John Daly called Paul Williams a cunt live on air.
But there was fall out.
You see John Daly was in Portlaoise Prison serving a sentence for armed robbery when he called the show from a mobile phone. And in the subsequent uproar the prison was searched to see how he came to possess such an item. In the ensuing searches and crack down was ordered. The guards found the prisoners of Portlasoise to be surprisingly well stocked up on mobile phones, wide screen TVs and even a budgie. Feather were ruffled, and I don't mean the budgie.
All the contraband was confiscated and the miscreant fingers were pointed very clearly at one John 'Big Mouth' Daly.

Well, time and tide wait for no man, Gamma used to say, and last night the tide came in for John Daly.


He was sitting in a car on Cloonlara Drive in Finglas just before 2am this morning when he was shot a number of times.

He died a short time later at the Mater Hospital.

There is no honour amongst thieves, but in today's red top culture you can be sure there is no honour amongst 'journalists' either. I wonder how long it will be before Williams has himself another book deal?