All going well I'm going to have 50 printed copies of Booker's World on Wednesday morning. It has seemed like an eternity, and indeed it has been. The in-between bits may make for my second book, 'Don't write a book in Ireland if you want to be taken seriously...seriously!'
What can I say, the bitter seeps out of me sometimes.
The only problem as far as I can see with Ireland at the moment is the mismanagement of officialdom, right across the board. Not really a good thing to be saying I suppose, but well I reckon this is as good a time as any to be shouting for what you think would be adequate roads that government should be traveling on if they want to give us an even a remote chance in getting out of this black hole the last government put us in. For the next 25 to 10,000 years.
Let's hope the in-comings at least warrant their wage by using wisely the loose change that is left to use. I don't believe I have ever seen Joan Burton looking so happy.
But I doubt even Paddy power himself is giving any odds on them doing just that.