I know this may come as a surprise to some of you, but I don’t spend my days ranting about things.

When the sun is shining, and there is no rain to cause that irritating drip through the hole in the roof, I can be quite placid.  If the sunshine lasts more than a couple of days, I can even become quite magnanimous.

It was a little tricky therefore, when I got the call to do my little spot for the radio, and Shane expected me to rant and rail about the world, when I was actually feeling quite benevolent.  He chose the topic of bankers, which normally would be enough to send me off into a long rant, but the birds were singing, the sun was beaming in the windows and frankly I just couldn’t get the old bile going.  I didn’t give a flying fuck about the bankers, just at that moment, and provided they all rotted in hell then I had nothing much more to add.

In fairness to Shane, he did his best.  He pressed all the right buttons to bring up a head of steam, but the more he tried to rile me the more placid I became.  He managed to edit out the bit where I suggested setting up a charity foundation to support Boucher in his old age, and the bit where I suggested that Fitzpatrick should be given an extra couple of million to show the nation’s gratitude.  With some judicious button tweaking he actually managed to make me sound quite sarcastic and a little hostile.  He’s a clever lad, is our Shane.

They have taken a little summer break for the next few weeks but will be back later.

No doubt, by then the weather will have broken, and we’ll be back to our usual miserable rain and cold.

With a bit of luck, I’ll be living back in The Dark Side?