Vernal Hibernia

Little blogging here for the next couple of days as I flee this soggy island for an even soggier one. Am weekending in Dublin and Sligo commencing with this evening’s Heineken Cup quarter-final between Leinster and Clermont Auvergne which could be a mighty tear-up, not least since, in my view, they’re the two best teams in europe.

Poor Ireland; the years of fat were accompanied by no end of vulgarity but they were better than these lean and bleak times. The problem with a populist uprising in Hibernia, this time, is this: how do you muster populism when the party that needs to be pitchforked – Fianna Fail – is itself the traditional haven of populism, cute hoorism and all the other forms of cheap and easy bullshit?