Posted by Lisa McInerney on Tuesday, December 6, 2011,
In :
Recession
The state the nation’s in is not our fault, says Enda, but we need to cough up to repair it, anyway, like a motorist rear-ended by an unlicensed juggernaut. And through the window of our finger-pointing, back-biting, scenery-chewing National Colossal Fuck-Up Support Group, peers a graceless, heavy-breathing doubt monster.
There’s blame, of course. There’s always blame. The initial problem may have blossomed in myriad directions, like an irradiated weed, but there’s still a root feste... Continue reading ...
Posted by Lisa McInerney on Thursday, April 14, 2011,
In :
Recession
A friend of mine, out of work for the past two years and growing ever more pessimistic about there being a future on the blinding blue horizon, received a phone call today on his most recent CV submission. It’s for a job he’s overqualified for. It most likely doesn’t pay well. But choice is a concept tied to prosperity, isn’t it?
“Can you come in for an interview?” asks the employer’s representative.
“I can,” replies my friend. “When?”
“Oh, pop in this evening. It’s ... Continue reading ...
Posted by Lisa McInerney on Tuesday, January 4, 2011,
In :
Recession
A new year, a new blog, a new paragraph, a new aeon of staring at this fucking keyboard as if it's going to offer something approaching catharsis. Real life certainly hasn't been very good to me recently. To any of us, really, except those who were already trussed gently in Ireland's economic stratosphere. Take the pain? Arse! A whole generation condemned to penury, a whole generation who never made the colossal, stupid decisions but are expected to sup dregs from here on in, all the same. No... Continue reading ...
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