Eilis O'Hanlon: 'Glaoch' revealed our creative bankruptcy
RTE's show predictably peddled a Bord Failte-approved version of cultural identity.
Now we know why RTE was so eager for Michael D Higgins to win the presidential election. It was so it could make programmes like Glaoch.
If Sean Gallagher had triumphed in the race for the Aras, as he would have done but for that dodgy tweet on The Frontline, the businessman would no doubt have filled the Phoenix Park with young entrepreneurial types talking about imports and exports and other vulgar matters. It would have been Dragons' Den on a grander scale. Maybe even like. . . TV3 itself. Gulp. Imagine that.
With Michael D safely ensconced in the Park, the doors can be opened wide to all those fey, arty old farts who've been drizzled with sycophancy for so long that they've started to believe their own hype, whilst the man himself stands at the window, gazing wistfully out like a prisoner on house arrest, unable to stray too far from familiar surroundings lest his electronic tag goes off.