Brendan O'Connor: 'Yank hate' will never play well with the Irish
Mild embarrassment is a small price to pay for the huge benefits gained from our special relationship with America.
Published 23/06/2013 | 05:00
IT WAS in many ways a typically Irish week. We spent the first half of it losing the head, and the second half of it beating ourselves up for losing the head. We threw ourselves at a married woman, a yank, and then decided to berate ourselves for making fools of ourselves.
I say "we". In fact most of us were a bit more measured than that. It was in fact official Ireland that got its knickers in a twist. It was certain elements of the media mainly that got involved in the slobbering, and it was the media again, and a few stray lefties, who conducted the hangover afterwards.
Most of us were admittedly pleasantly mildly diverted by the Obamas coming to Ireland, and specifically by Michelle and the girls coming South. It's easy to look back on it now all these days later, with cynicism, but didn't you find yourself slightly interested in what they had to eat in Matt The Threshers? I even vaguely thought I might go there sometime. As I recall she had oysters followed by prawns in chilli and garlic with a salad and sourdough toast. The kids shared a jumbo prawn salad and then one had shepherd's pie. And the other fish and chips. Makes you hungry just thinking about it.