It was somewhat dismaying to read Fintan O’Toole writing in Tuesday’s Irish Times that he would be ashamed if his two sons in their twenties didn’t emigrate from Ireland, so colossal has been the screw-job performed on the nation’s economy by Fingers and Seanie Fitzpatrick.
But to read today that Brian O’Driscoll is considering taking the emigrant ship to France is enough to make one puke up their bowl of stone soup. O’Driscoll gave the Irish Independent some line about playing with Michael Cheika at Stade de Francais but we can read beneath the lines. The desperate state of affairs in Ireland has him yearning for greener pastures.
Hopefully Drico will take minute out to listen to any of the 3,000 emigration ballads written by Irishmen in the nineteenth century. Foreign lands are full of corruption and war and carpet-bagging English rugby players.
And how would he fare in France anyway at age 32? Given O’Driscoll’s gastronomic addictions, wouldn’t all of that French cooking just leave him with Hookian obesity? I can't see the Stade WAGs taking to Amy H. either.
Think about your country, man.
