Two fingers emerging from the fog

expressing in no uncertain terms a nation’s desire to hang on to that last little bit of Indian summer.

Go away, mist and fog! Youze are not welcome around these parts!

Thank you, iconic Poolbeg chimney stacks for giving that pulverised water the two finger salute.

I think I read somewhere that the ESB were planning to have them demolished (or have NAMA buy them, with the same end result, except more costly for the nation’s taxpayers).

For me they are one part of Dublin that hasn’t changed over the decades. Pre Celtic Tiger, during Celtic Tiger, post Celtic Tiger.

Them and the dome of the Four Courts. And Mulligan’s. And Leo Burdock’s. And the frenzy for tickets for an All Ireland final. And that photo of the Minister for Agriculture wearing wellies, in the pissing rain, at the ploughing championship. And the close-up of the plaster hand holding a banger on the RTE news to warn kids about the dangers associated with Halloween. And the close-up of the disintegrated fingers on the plaster hand that held a banger on the RTE news to warn kids about the dangers associated with Halloween. And Dr Gerard Fleming’s sad eyes as he announces to the nation that the weather is going to be shite for at least another week.

Keep the chimneys please. And Gerard Fleming (even though there is no real need for meteorological services in Ireland, the weather is going to be unsettled for all eternity, with freshening westerly winds, scattered showers and the odd sunny spell. We all know it too well…). And RTE.

Please.
My sense of grounding is at stake.

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