'Have you got that cheque?' 'Okay if I give you Northern Bank notes?'

Following Sean Gallagher's debacle on Monday night's Frontline debate in the face of Martin McGuinness' cross-examination, a private correspondance between the two has been leaked to The Spanner.

The email in question reveals Mr Gallagher’s true feelings about the Presidency, which will come as a shock to his hardcore lifelong support who became aware of the Cavanman’s existence a number of weeks ago.

Far from being bitter about the public humiliation McGuinness had subjected him to, Gallagher came over full of bonhomie.

Below is the full email transcript:

''Martin, I don't know how to thank you. There I was desperately looking for something to deter the Irish people from electing me and you go and bring up my murky dealings with the underworld. Genius.

I mean I could hardly go and blurt it out myself on live TV. That would have been too obvious. I needed a patsy and you came up trumps for me, Marty.

Without your timely intervention I was on course for a landlside victory: my nightmare scenario. That would have made me President, which is the last thing I wanted to come from my running for President. I'm a millionaire businessman, for fuck's sake.

Seven years cooped up in that white castle; Jesus. I'd have been climbing up the walls.
Shaking hands with heads of State and signing inconsequential documents - thanks but no thanks. There's no money to be made there.

Believe me, I’m as stumped as you lot as to why they’ve bought into to my hollow rhetoric.

If you watch the clip back I avoid making eye contact with you; I'd have only broken into a big Cheshire’s cat grin. I could tell by the audience derisory reaction that my candidacy was more or less up in smoke, but I decided I had to really twist the knife and make sure, so I went all Father Ted and hummed and hawed over the thing. Fuel smuggler! Gas.He was just some harmless townie, probably's dabbled in a bit of hash but that's about the height of it.

I dodged a bullet there. Sure I’ve a one-way flight booked to LAX for Friday. Plan is to loiter around Silicon Valley shiftin’ drill bits at a dollar a pop, the good aul Cavan way.

You're not actually running yourself, are you? I mean as far as I knew we're all just on a self-promotional slow bicycle race
Anyway, Martsers, I owe you a pint next time I see you big man.

$G.

Paul Morrissey