The bells! The bells! Make them stop
Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the radio . . .
Between the interminable comings and goings and to-ings and fro-ings before the ultimate no showing, the nation is understandably Garth-weary at this stage. Honestly, between a Lord Mayor who can't pronounce his name, an unelected official deciding what is best for everybody else and the news that the most outraged and militant of all the residents doesn't even actually live in the area, the whole thing went a bit Fr Ted with truly viral speed.
Then we were alerted in the Seanad to the clear and present threat of delinquent seagulls who had taken to targeting innocent young childer and their precious lollipops in a performance which once again reminded me why I was wrong to argue in favour of its abolition. After all, if we didn't have Senators like Ned O'Sullivan to have us all suitably freaked out by these avian aggressors, then surely we would all have lost our lollipops by now. Frankly that one wasn't so much Fr Ted as some sort of Ballymagash special, designed to remind us that sometimes the best satire is indistinguishable from the real thing.