Ireland is currently in the process of electing its new president. By now we will know who exactly has thrown their hopeful hat into the ring. I’m hoping that Senator David Norris has made the cut, personally. But if there’s one thing that riles me it’s ignorance.
Statements like “we don’t need a president” and “we can’t afford a president” say to me that some people don’t know their constitution from their elbows. Ireland is a republic; republics require presidents. Anything else requires changing our constitution and political identity.
Maybe they want a return to monarchy, I don’t know. Dictatorship maybe?
Posted in 100 Days, 100 Words, Ireland, Philosophy
Tagged David Norris, Government, Ireland, Late Late Show, Political Philosophy, Politics, Republic, Republic of Ireland
By law, every household in Ireland must pay €160 for a television licence. This payment goes to RTE, our national television and radio broadcaster. For this money we get Ryan Tubridy and The Late Late Show, interminable reality TV shows, awful attempts at comedy and quite risible drama, with very few exceptions.
In Great Britain, for £145.50, viewers get Doctor Who, The Hour, Merlin, Being Human, Ashes to Ashes and plenty of quality one-off drama like last week’s Page Eight, starring Bill Nighy, Michael Gambon and Ralph Fiennes.
We get Pat Shortt, repeats and imports. I’d rather go to jail.
Posted in 100 Days, 100 Words, Television
Tagged Arts, Ashes to Ashes, Bill Nighy, Broadcast, Doctor Who, Ireland, Late Late Show, Life on Mars, Merlin, Michael Gambon, Pat Shortt, Raidió Teilifís Éireann, Ralph Fiennes, Ryan Tubridy, Television, Television licence, The Hour
The ninth month of the year brings with it many treasures. A return to normality, for one: with schools reopening, gridlock once again becomes a feature of early morning traffic. The longest-running television chat show The Late Late Show, hosted by Ryan ‘Ding Dong’ Tubridy, leaps back to our screens on Friday evenings.
There is a chill in the air and the nights draw in slowly but surely. Vampires get to head out earlier and stay out later. But for me, September means one thing: my television licence is up for renewal. Someone has to pay Tubridy’s salary I suppose.