The King of Castlebar

I have been a long time observer of the antics of one Pee Flynn. He of the difficulty of maintaining three houses when the country was on its knees. The imperious air, the swagger, the almost God-like confidence, the apparition on the Late Late Show, the cult of fanatic followers, and so on.

I just happened to be perusing a book of photos by Doisneau, the brilliant observer of Parisien life over many decades, when I came across a shot he took of de Gaulle's victorious entry into Paris on 26 August 1944. And who do I see at the right hand of the Almighty?

Nuff said.