Medb Ruane: Dear Mr Gormley, I promise to conserve water -- when I can actually find some. . .
Published 23/01/2010 | 05:00
The epic 1930s depression generated some great songs -- like 'Buddy, can you spare a dime?'. My ask is: Buddy, can you spare some water?
I can't wash. Nothin' is coming from the taps, save a few drips.
The dog is filthy, the floors unkempt, the porcelain looking dodgy. Friends? I have a few but visitors have to bring their own H2O.