We should always be grateful to Garth for the past week
We love a fit of apoplexy and Garth Brooks gave us one we could truly enjoy because the stakes were so low
Even if the Garth Brooks gigs don't go ahead - and given the time lag of hours between me writing this and you reading it, I would be foolish to speculate on where the saga will be at right now - you'd have to say we've got great entertainment out of it all.
You see, we have become addicted in this country to our little fits of pique, our weekly arc of indignation about CRC, Alan Shatter, Irish Water, whatever. But the Garth hissy-fit has been truly special because on this occasion, the stakes, like the places from whence Garth's friends hail, were low. Of course there was anything between 25 and 250 million at stake for the economy, but when you think about it, most of this was just a transfer of wealth from rural Ireland to the capital. And of course there would be a lot of disappointed fans of the chubby tunesmith's sentimental stylings.
But nobody died. And we were free to treat this particular scandal as a bit of harmless fun, a bit like a cabinet reshuffle.