A few of the more observant of you may have noticed that I haven’t been putting pen to paper much over the last week or two?
There is a very simple reason for this – there has been fuck all to write about.
One only has to watch the news to see that there is fuck all going on apart from the weather and water. It is a well known fact that the Irish are obsessed with the weather [probably because we have so much of it], but for four straight week on the trot, all we heard about was the snow. One would wonder how the meeja could manage to waffle on about a single topic for a whole month, but they managed.
Then overnight, the temperature jumped by about twenty five degrees [from around -15 to +10] and the snow vanished in the blink of an eye. Overnight, the meeja lost their favourite topic. Overnight they found a new one – the Water Crisis.
I have noticed in the past that we never have problems in this country; we always have a ‘crisis’. We switched overnight from a snow crisis to a water shortage crisis. As we lurch from one crisis to another, we surely have established ourselves as the newest member of the Third World. So far this year we have had a flooding crisis, the crisis in the Catholic Church, the banking crisis and a few other crises that pop up from time to time to fill in the gaps. Ireland has become an old drunk, staggering from lamppost to lamppost in a tortuous attempt to get home.
They say that we are about to enter another cold spell. Doubtless this will cause another crisis in some shape or form. We have yet to have our annual flooding crisis, where Cork City, or half of Connaught will vanish beneath the waves and we shall be treated to yet more images of rooftops peering from beneath Ireland’s latest lake.
What a fucking country!