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.