Bradley Bytes – A sort of political column by Dara Bradley
At last, a politician with an issue we can all rally to support. For years, Galway’s citizens have been thirsty for a public representative, who can relate to Ordinary Joe and Josephine, who enjoys a pint of plain of an evening.
Step-forward, superwoman Catherine Connolly – for it is you – the saviour of simple satisfactions.
“Moreover, not one single public house has been constructed by Galway City Council since 2009,” remarked Catherine in a statement.
And how right she is.
Now, we know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, ordinarily, the shower up at City Hall couldn’t be trusted to organise a piss-up in a brewery, so how could you expect them to build a public house, never mind run one.
But we like where she’s going with this socialism for suppers of Smithwick’s. Catherine is certainly onto something here.
We’re surprised people haven’t already taken to the streets demanding a public house be built by the local authority.
Where are all the placard-holding protestors roaring on College Road: “What do we want? Public houses. When do we want them? Now!”
There’s no need to stop there. The Council could even build public fast-food takeaways for when we leave the public house. Sure, there’s an entire manifesto in this genius idea, that very may well have been dreamt up while sitting at a barstool, supping the devil’s brew.
Of course, we jest.
Catherine was referring to social houses – and not pubs – when she mentioned ‘public houses’. As in houses bought or built with the public purse.
But given the City Council’s record in this regard (eight years since they have built a Council house), constructing a public house in the city might not be a bad idea. Well, they’re certainly driving to drink the thousands of poor unfortunates on the housing waiting list for donkey’s years.
Paddy’s Day jolly
Minister of State, Seán Kyne, must have been raging when he heard he was being sent to Dublin as part of the Government’s annual St Patrick’s Day exodus to far flung places.
Obviously, it’d be a bit more exciting than Moycullen, where the Galway West TD usually watches the parade, but Dublin is not exactly a junket.
And then he looked again and realised, he was going to Dublin, Ohio, not Dublin, Ireland.
For more Bradley Bytes, see this week’s Galway City Tribune.