Waving a magic wad in west Dublin

By the time I’d finished watching The Secret Millionaire (RTE One), I was gripped by the sort of mixed feelings that are usually experienced when tearing up a betting slip after you have put money on your least favourite team to win a crucial match.

As a piece of television, it was excellent; almost everybody who appeared in it came across as a top-class human being, especially its main protagonist, and it left ...