Admit it, you want to go back
At this stage we might as well just go the whole hog and vote Fianna Fail back into Government. I know, I know. But on some level, deep down, it seems that's kind of what people want.
Oh sure, we gave out about them, but we loved giving out about them. Right now, people seem to look back and find those times comforting. There was a natural order to things back in the day. Fianna Fail was in government and Fine Gael occupied the moral high ground. As Fianna Fail wrestles with its conscience this weekend and agonises over if it should or can go into government, it would do well to note this strange nostalgic mood, this yearning for the '70s and '80s. Indeed, Fianna Fail's best bet now is to run on a nostalgia ticket. "Vote Fianna Fail: Let's pretend the last 10 or 20 or 30 years never happened and go back to a simpler Ireland, where you knew who was who."
The past week has been like an episode of Reeling in the Years, and don't say you didn't enjoy it. Though of course, one of the main reasons for the collective fit of nostalgia was a sad one - the fact that every day seemed to bring more era-ending deaths. So the soundtrack to the past week has been Bowie, interspersed with clips of Scrap Saturday. And of course Alan Rickman's death somehow fed more into our 1916 nostalgia.