Basil Awoke

Basil AwokeHe scratched his scrotum in mindless, metronomic fashion, then drew the plaid curtains to be greeted by fuliginous gloom. When would tourists realize that postcard Ireland existed but one day a month; that in the westerly extremities of the verdant isle the average annual rainfall exceeded damp Dublins by a factor of two? If you didnt like rain, why on earth would you be living in Slieveport? Youd often hear that from the locals, who gave not a fig

He scratched his scrotum in mindless, metronomic fashion, then drew the plaid curtains to be greeted by fuliginous gloom. When would tourists realize that postcard Ireland existed but one day a month; that in the westerly extremities of the verdant isle the average annual rainfall exceeded damp DublinÕs by a factor of two? If you didnÕt like rain, why on earth would you be living in Slieveport? YouÕd often hear that from the locals, who gave not a fig whether you deemed it meteorological machismo or masochism. When the global water wars kicked off, wouldnÕt the perpetually drenched land of saints and scholars be sitting pretty, awash with liquid gold? ItÕll be for exporting water not Kerrygold that the country will be known in the future, quipped Basil, revealing a rare flash of geo-political nous.