A pigs ear? Piss up in a brewery also comes to mind.

‘Originally the grouping appeared to be fronted by Enet (partially owned by Granahan McCourt until earlier this week), although Granahan McCourt maintains it was always the lead authority.
Then it brought in SSE, a substantial international infrastructure company with experience of delivering large-scale projects.
But in July SSE withdrew, prompting the consortium to recruit John Laing Group and the State-backed Irish Infrastructure Fund or IIF (which now owns Enet outright).
However, just two months later when the National Broadband Ireland consortium’s final tender was submitted, John Laing Group had disappeared, the IIF’s name was also gone and Enet appeared to have taken something of a backward step into a service provider role.
In their place there are now up to 40 contractors, including Actavo, the Kelly Group, the KN Group and Nokia.’
This situation has been described by opposition politicians as a ‘Lanigan’s Ball’ scenario.
From today’s Irish Times. 12/10/2018 @14:08 https://www.rte.ie/amp/1002587/
Lanigan’s Ball
Traditional

In the town of Athy, one Jeremy Lanigan battered away till he hadn’t a shilling.
His father died, made him a man again, left him a farm and ten acres of ground.
Myself, to be sure, got invitations for the boys and girls I might ask.
Having been asked, friends and relations danced like bees around a sweet cask.
There was lashings of drink wine for the ladies, potatoes and cake bacon and tea.
Nolans and Dolans and all the O’Gradys, courting the girls and dancing away.
While songs went round as plenty as water,
The harps that are sounded through Tara’s old hall,
Biddie Grey and the rat catcher’s daughter singing away at Lanigan’s ball.
CHORUS

Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all,
Six long months I spent in Dublin, learning to dance for Lanigan’s ball.
She stepped out, I stepped in again. I stepped out and she stepped in again.
She stepped out, I stepped in again, learning to dance for Lanigan’s ball.

They were doing all kinds of nonsensical dances all around in a whirligig.
Julie and I soon banished their nonsense,
Out on the floor for a reel and a jig.
How the girls all got mad at me for they thought the ceilings would fall.
I spent six months in Brook’s Academy learning to dance for Lanigan’s ball.
Well the boys were merry and the girls all hearty
Dancing around in their couples and groups.
An accident happened; Terence McCarthy,
He put his boot through Miss Finnerty’s hoops.
She fell down in a faint and cried, ‘Holy murder!’
Called her brothers and gathered them all.
Carmody swore he’d go no further till he got revenge at Lanigan’s ball.
CHORUS

Boys oh boys ’tis then there was ructions. I got a belt from Phelim Mc Hugh.
I replied to his introduction, kicked up a terrible hullabaloo.
Moloney the piper was near gettin’ smothered.
They leapt on his pipes, bellows, chanter and all.
Boys and girls all got entangled and that put an end to Lanigan’s ball.
CHORUS

Ref: Lanigan’s Ball - Christy Moore https://www.christymoore.com/lyrics/lanigans-ball/