May 22nd, 1987

Tue, May 22, 2012, 01:00

FROM THE ARCHIVES:With just over a week to go to polling day in the referendum on the Single European Act 25 years ago, Michael Finlan considered the state of the campaign and the campaigners. - JOE JOYCE

WHAT WE need around here is a few zygotes to liven things up.

You’ll notice that the volume of letters to this paper on the SEA debate hasn’t quite matched the tidal wave of correspondence that swamped the page in the last couple of referendums [on banning abortion and permitting divorce].

It must be that people don’t find the foggy issue of neutrality, or the fate of the CAP [Common Agriculture Policy], as riveting as the Cyclopian questions of deciding just when is a zygote old enough to stand on its own two feet – two micro-seconds or three? – or whether an Irish marriage breakdown has reached the irretrievable stage 20 years after the husband has run off to the islands of Tonga with a young wan . . .

Yes, the great debate on the SEA does seem to be just a mite more boring than say, watching scum from the Kowloon Bridge [a leaking oil tanker] working its oleaginous tracery on what used to be the pristine beaches of Cork.

But, for those who seek them out, there are some piquant facets to the plebiscite campaign to relieve the enervating ennui.

Not least of these is the manner in which the referendum has brought together, in each camp, the most unlikely and incompatible bedfellows making common cause when, normally, they’d be dug out of each other . . .

Representing the “no” challenger, we have the hard core of left-wing groups who would be expected in most circumstances to set their nose against Ireland cosying up closer to a Europe (or part of it) that wouldn’t seem to blink or blush at digging out silos for nuclear missiles all over the place.

But they have been joined by unregenerate nationalists and sovereignty vigilantes, most of whom would be comfortably to the right of the ideological divide, and a rag-tag collection of self- styled moral majority types from the bleaker, more remote climes of the far-out right. This motley rag-tag of political, cultural, ideological and religious all sorts seem, against all the odds, to be maintaining a solid front in their campaign to give the cold shoulder to Europe.

And in this corner, representing the “yes” champions, we have a possibly even odder political cocktail, Fianna Fail, Fine Gael, the Pee Dees, and at least a rump of Labour, if Dick Spring and his more orthodox Coalition-tinged acolytes can be so described. . . .

When this political configuration of yes men appeared round a table at a televised press conference the other night, they looked like a tableau of Da Vinci’s Last Supper, though lacking the requisite number of disciples.

Sitting at centre table, where the Messiah would be, was that mercurial Tallyrand of Irish politics, Brendan Halligan, the sight of whom always prompts the question: “What is he up to now and what will he get up to next?”