Monday, April 19, 2010


Look at them, look at them there getting all vexed up over 'profits' and 'bailouts' and 'recognition of losses' and... well... just please don't let Joan Burton speak again because she sounds like a tape machine with the battery running out.

This is the thought that strikes me as I watch 'The Frontline' because tonight I don't have an enquiring mind.

My peeny little brain can't process this country's woes as the hour gets to midnight, there's just too much of it and too many men with (honest to jaysus) moustaches getting all cross with each other about guidelines for economic recovery.

Maybe, at best, I could get my head around 'Sexy News 24: The Mountain Dust Crisis' or some tattle about Sharon Osbourne having her fake jabs removed, but slapping this tired face with a cloth full of fiscal conundra just won't wash tonight.

It takes longer and longer to get over a drunkening.


Kath Lockett said...

Maybe staying drunk is the only sane way to sit through shows discussing the economy.

Radge said...

Noted, Kath.

McMuck and the Mystery of the Kuúgleflarg said...

Do you think Joan Burton talks dirty to her fella in that sultry voice of hers?

"How would you like to plug my fiscal deficit?"

Something like that?

Radge said...

I hope you perish for putting that thought in my head.

Holemaster said...

Did NOBODY in RTE ever see the Australian Frontline?