Saturday 14 April 2012: Ba-NAMA republic
How could it go wrong?
A journey by bus across Ireland is most educational.
As one is sitting high up, one can better appreciate the dullness of the half emptyhousing estates that sprouted everywhere during the short glorious decade.
Loads of hoarded up houses that were never inhabited.
Shit loads of doric columns that lend such an air of grandeur to the country piles whose entrances they grace.
But worse of all is the sight of the megalomaniac atrocities where those who built, furnished, fitted, financed those estates live. Or never will, having run out of Mickey Mouse money half way through the construction.