L’evidence : Muhammed Ali is to be granted the dubious honour of Freeman of Ennis, which is a bit like being awarded the key to Clondalkin for all the good it’d do you.

Stricken with Parkinson’s Disease he is unable to speak, yet he’s wheeled out for people to have their photo taken with him at a dinner he can’t eat. There’ll be a civic reception to give him the award he won’t understand and to add insult to injury there’s going to be an open air concert featuring Mundy. Mundy. For fucks sake.

Ok, so what if the whole tour has been arranged as a charity fundraiser backed by a biotech firm? So what if Ali sits there, glassy-eyed, expressionless, while grinning gombeens have their picture taken with him? So what if it’s tragic beyond words to see the world’s greatest ever boxer destroyed by an illness, a shadow of a man, let alone his former self? So what if an old man is stripped of his dignity for the benefit of others?

So go pay €650 to go have dinner with him and contribute to his exploitation. Tell everyone about the night you met a legend. Go on, you fucking cunts.

Le Verdict : It’s a pitiful sight, like seeing Angelina Jolie sunbathing asleep, naked on the beach and taking a picture of yourself beside one of her tits with your mobile phone, you shameless Le Cunts.