Snow, free cheese and Cowen on a crackling radio . . .
Kim Bielenberg recalls the days when the Troika came to town and how it affected us all
We knew that we had finally reached rock bottom in the late days of November 2010. Snow was on the ground as a chill wind howled around our ears.
There was a power cut in south Dublin, and we listened to Brian Cowen address the nation about our calamitous economic situation on a crackling transistor radio on a Sunday evening by candle light. He sounded like some latter-day Minister for Hardship.
Just two months previously I had heard Cowen on Morning Ireland in what seemed to listeners to be a hungover state at a Fianna Fáil think-in.