When we all came down with an outbreak of Garth Mania
Carol Hunt thinks the media and politicians have all colluded in making us collectively mad... about Garth
Is it over? Is it safe for me to leave the house now? Has the insanity subsided? And will I forever be remembered as one of those "residents" who denied the country their constitutional right to attend a country-and- western concert five nights running in a stadium near my home? I wasn't one of the infamous 370 who wrote to Dublin City Council to object to a licence being granted for all five Garth Brooks concerts, but I'm beginning to wish I was, just so I could claim input into the extraordinary events of recent months.
In years to come we'll look back at the summer of 2014 and think, "wow, what were we all on?" Maybe those people who warn about fluoride in the water system turning our brains to mush have a point? But people, it's time to wake up now and admit that, for the past few weeks we've all been caught in a clever, psychological trap which was the very definition of A National Delusion when "whole communities suddenly fix their minds upon one object, and go mad in its pursuit".
And yes, we went mad. "For the national good"; "emergency legislation"; "green jersey", "an international disgrace"; a "bad day for Ireland Inc"; a "sadness through the nation"; a "funeral without a corpse"; these are just some of the phrases we've heard ordinarily clever, rational people spout in recent days in connection with the insane farrago that will henceforth be known as The Time The Entire Country Came Down With Garth Mania.