Joseph O'Connor: The Irish economy: a New Year story of an age-old fiddle
In Happy Bertie's Dugout bar, villagers await the arrival of the greatest fiddler, writes Joseph O'Connor
NEW Year's Eve was coming to Troikaland. Picture, if you will, the tiny village in windswept Connemara, where a competition is planned to ascertain who is the greatest fiddler (stringed variety, not politician) in the country.
The time of the epic contest arrives; it is naturally a cold, stormy night of the folkloristic variety.
Picture them, dear reader, the simple-hearted Gaelic villagers as they leave their humble homes and ghost estates and inadequately built apartment blocks to crowd into the village inn, Happy Bertie's Dugout Bar and Lounge (Cash Only). Observe the tense looks, the gnawing on the fingernails, as they anxiously await what is coming.