Brian Brennan: Hard to find any laughs in bungling leaders' conduct
A CHARACTER in 'The Government Inspector' at the Abbey theatre pours scorn on another, saying "you're like an Irishman singing 'The Lakes of Ponchartrain' . . . at three o'clock in the morning". When Roddy Doyle, in adapting Gogol's Russian original, added those modern Irish allusions, he may have hoped the audience would roar with laughter in recognition of the side-splitting antics of a former Taoiseach.
At best, the line draws a tentative chuckle.
Likewise, when someone else roars, "We are where we are", the dreary old meaningless cliche grates on the ear. On some ears, at least.