I watched a bit of a current affairs programme last night.
“Claire Byrne Live” is nearly always worth watching even if it’s only the gaze upon the eponymous Claire.
Last night however I switched off early. She had Mary Lou McDonald and Leo Varadkar. The problem with those two is that they positively adore the sound of their own voices. Waffle, waffle waffle. And Mary Lou in particular went on and on about “conversations”.
This is a modern thing. No matter what the topic is, we have to have a “conversation” about it. We no longer talk or discuss – we have a “conversation”. Last night Mary Lou went overboard and every single sentence had to refer to a “conversation” at least once of not multiple times. The topic was on a united Ireland and they had some bloke from Norn Iron who had no interest whatsoever in having a “conversation” with her or anyone else for that matter. I don’t blame him.
Personally I couldn’t give a flying shite about Norn Iron. I have been there quite a few times and there are differences – they still use the old Mile [fair play to ’em] instead of Kilometers and their road names are only in English. The only real reservation is their accent [and in particular the Derry accent] which is akin to listening to the bastard child of a buzz-saw and a Kango hammer. The border used to be a slight problem – I didn’t particularly like having some English Child Soldier pointing his rifle at me through the car window – but that eased off in the last couple of decades. I suppose if they start having their fucking “conversation” then the old Troubles will rear their ugly head again.
They made mention of changing our constitution, our flag and even the name of the country. That opens some interesting chains of thought? Personally I would follow the Atlantic tradition started by Iceland and Greenland and call it Wetland or Fuckingcoldland but that’s just me.
So I switched off after about the twentieth mention of a “conversation”.