Irish 'Serpicos' feel full force of sullenness from Coalition
LAST week, in a perfect example of the Pathetic Fallacy, the mood of most people, reflecting the weeks of wind and rain, was sombre. Naturally there was no gloom in the golden circle of government ministers, civil service, charity and quango chiefs, all sheltering under their umbrella of high pay and pensions. But two rays of light did get through the grey.
The first ray came from Raftery's poem Cill Aodain saluting the arrival of Spring. So on St Brigid's Day I celebrated by going for an early morning walk, defiantly reciting Raftery's poem and daring the weather to do its worst, while secretly hoping it would hold off for Brian O'Driscoll & Co today.
Mind you, I have mixed feelings about Raftery (1779-1835) who, to put it politely, was not a pluralist.