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THE poet Matthew Arnold once wondered "whether, upon the whole earth, there is anything so unintelligent, so unapt to perceive how the world is really going, as an ordinary young Englishman of our upper class".
To which the correct answer is: Yes, there is. An ordinary young Englishwoman of your upper class. Someone like Rose Dugdale, for example.
Someone at RTE clearly overindulged on the sherry this New Year when they decided it was a good idea to devote a sizeable chunk of the morning's radio to an interview with Dugdale, an English heiress who gave it all up to come to Ireland and fight to free us from the colonial grip of her native land. Listening to her wittering on, unrepentant to the last, was bad enough. But on the John Murray Show? Seriously? There are light broadcasters who could have handled such an interview with aplomb. Marty Whelan, say, or Mike Murphy. But Murray, bless him, isn't one of them. Rose probably couldn't believe her luck that she was getting such an easy ride, with her history, dropping bombs in milk churns out of helicopters and all.