Building bridges
Grandad May 19th, 2011
I have been half following the royal visit.
It’s difficult to avoid it as it’s the only topic of conversation in the meeja, though that will probably change today as Garret the Good has died. I’ll miss him. He was a rarity – a non-gobshite in politics.
I was quite impressed yesterday. Herself was watching the broadcast from the banquet so it was difficult to avoid and I had to watch too. What impressed me was Her Queenness jumping to her feet and rattling of a drop of the old Garlic language. OK, it was only a couple of words, but it was a start. Soon enough, with a bit of luck she’ll be up on her balcony in the palace roaring póg mo thóin at the massed crowds.
One of the things they have been waffling on about for the last couple of days is ‘building bridges’. Mary Macker [our Pres] has been on about it for days and it has become one of those expressions that everyone is using along with ‘moving forward’, ‘taking the pain, and ‘burning the bondholders’.
I am all in favour of building bridges as it will make travel to the UK a lot easier and faster. What’s more, by a happy coinkydinkle, I reckon that the Irish end of the bridge will be on my land which means that I will be able to charge tolls, which should nicely supplement the old pension.
I wonder when they are going to start building it.
I could do with a few extra notes right now.
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