The continuing impression of Denis O’Brien is of a teddy bear seething with resentment, so hurt he’s not loved that he intends mauling everyone and everything in sight, out of spite. Why can’t I have my just desserts? “Denis O’Brien, multi-millionaire genius businessman and philanthropist, loved and admired by all and sundry”. From various factor 50 sanctuaries whose denizens have little interest in tribunal findings of corrupt payments, he sues everything that moves, dispenses lorry loads of what looks like conscience money, and his media empire metastasises through what’s left of Irish journalism. And still the loathing grows. Fetch me my lawyers, I feel another lawsuit coming on. Only kidding about Nobel. Anyway, Norway runs the peace prize. For now.