When you find yourself stranded on an island, it is water that defines the rock you will perish on… Since the very initial murmurs of water charges coming back to the Republic of Ireland, back in 2009 when ‘the people’ were still suffering from Fianna Fail can do no wrong syndrome, there was inevitable unrest…
I never considered emigration; until now. Not because of Ireland’s debt or related problems but because of the people who have put themselves in charge of this treehouse club, this joke of a country that is without a shred of democracy, this poodle of the EU and any other power that wants us to break…