Ian O'Doherty: Why the very word 'builders' sends a shiver down my spine
So, there I was last Tuesday night, sitting on the couch, listening to the wind and the rain lash the house from top to bottom while watching the most depressing Prime Time imaginable as a variety of experts were paraded on to tell just how unbelievably banjaxed we were as a country.
That was depressing enough. But I was watching it in complete darkness. While wearing tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie. And shivering like an eejit in the freezing cold.
It's as apt a metaphor for the state we're in as you could expect, but why was I sitting in the dark and the cold? Was I rehearsing for when some Chinese utility company takes over the ESB and starts cutting off people who can't afford two-grand-a-month leccy bills?