Friday, October 22, is only around the corner and even though it won’t be called Freedom Day in the grandiose, Churchillian lexicon of Boris, it will be a day to celebrate.
The problem is we’re not there yet. In the shadow of freedom all kinds of rebellious stuff is going on. People are already there mentally. Now they’re hurling themselves into the new restriction-less Ireland with abandon.
As a people we’re always looking over our shoulder at what our neighbours have. FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) may be a new acronym but it’s an age old character trait we share going back to the days when one long haired, beardy man had shelter and another had leaves.
The chancers are on the up and it is their time. Sure, we’re all vaccinated apart from the mad and conspiracy theorists (and the children of course, can’t forget them), so what’s the harm!
The reality is life has to go on. And it was life that plunged RTE into hot water last week for broadcasting a show from the Rotunda.
Tone deaf comes to mind considering expectant fathers have been denied that most basic of rights - to be by their partner’s side for appointments involving their progeny.
And these are no box ticking appointments; they are life and death, and yet the powers that be have seen to it that many expectant couples have had to endure psychological torture in not being able to comfort each other when they need to.
Then the Mail on Sunday came out with a swift dagger to the chest article decrying the sartorial choice of Fianna Fáilers after their drink, I mean, think in up at the Slieve Russell.
The world truly has gone mad and once feels this is only the beginning. In America the child now man who featured on the cover of the Nevermind album, naked chasing a dollar, has ironically gone chasing dollars from the band, who paid his parents $200 for the right to use his image.
Little did they or his Mam now how engained that image would become in the world’s consciousness, as the album sold 30 million copies over the following 30 years.
I reckon the lad is owed at least $30m by now, enough to buy his own pool many times over.
As the poster boy for cancel culture, it wouldn’t surprise me if he does get a few bob. Motivated by a lack of interest in the remaining Nirvana members in his art exhibition, the guy seemed to seek a rebirth of fame by going after the rockers for cash. It’ll be interesting to see where this one ends up.
In the meantime Ireland is a Sinn Fein country. The future of Gaelic football is in the hands of a non EU state and a rabid national press is running wild. It leaves only this font of wisdom, composure and wit to keep you going and on the straight and narrow in these turbulent times.
The horror show of our hospital service, where a woman interviewed Monday was languishing for 50 hours on a trolley - the horrific language in our culture permeating social media and sometimes the higher iterations of the media, show Ireland to be on the edge of a precipice.
Our soft power: that creative spark that has served us so well for centuries, may pull us back from the brink, but as always I prescribe vigilance, a quarry load of salt and a bottle of cop on as we enter the heady final days of Covid.
Well, here’s hoping!