The Public Broadcaster on Ireland

As the night shift at the Warft whent to its last hour this morning, and I, newly promoted to security guard in the gangway, had once again honoured my own tradition of finishing al the duties at my office several hours before the day shift. Of course, this left me with several hours of free time. As usual most of this hours went lost between the pages "Let the Right One In", who, in addition to a bit too many views at Moonlight fan pages and True Blood clips at YouTube, gave me my dayly vampire overdose. Back to the storey. Resiving quite strong vamp-abstinences I had to put my focus on subjects not related to fangs, blood, black eyes, nights, bites and other stuff that bring joy to my wolrd. Hence, I put on the radio.

After the 6 o'clock news the next program was "Sent og tidlig"/"Late and Early". A quite ligth, easy listning show, where the host mainly played morning music, and in the breaks between the songs where talking about a subject of, relativly, common, but still a abit narrow, interest. Today's subject where Ireland.

Taken to consideration that I put everything in getting integrated into the Irish life during the time I spent there, I suddenly found myself listning to his thoughts with the ears of an resident. And true, Norwegians have something to learn of the Irish, as the host remarked, and praised, that the Emerald Isle is utter...green. Through everything. Even Dublin. Perhaps have I been too spoild with green areas, as both Dublin 4 and Bergen have quite a decent number of gardens, parks and so on, however, that's rather Bergen going Irish, as most towns up here lack such. However, he did mock the Irish logic when it comes to bus routs. What a tourist...

Let's compare. First, a typical Dublin Bus time table. Old, faithful number 10. The second one, the routs from southern Bergen towards the North. Can't he realy see that, despite the lack of exact arrival at the different stops between Phoenix Park and UCD, at least you know WHEN the bus starts at its journey, and HOW OFTEN. How difficult is it to remember that a bus starts at 12.05pm from Phoenix Park, and arrives at O'Connell Street 20 minutes later on its way towards UCD you should ad those 20 minutes at the starting point? If you should be at UCD at no later than 1:30 PM you would do something smart trying to be at the stops O'Connell St, Kildare St or Lw Bagott St between 12:25 and 12:40. It's quite logical, easy and gives certain room for the drivers; and never forget that the Irish never use to arrive an appointment before at least 10 minutes have gone. Much the same as TIDE Buss. And the irish way also take better hights for the nearly full time presents of gridlocks on the roads.

Also, he made some quite cute comments on the screens above the seats at the Iaród Éireann trains where the IE puts the name of those with reservations. The Undersigned have by himself had the joy of observeing his name forcing people to move. At least he managed to descirbe the Irish as a jolly good people, after a bit too much mocking. I don't give a damn if a system is effective, logic or accurat; smoking breaks, rail crossings, family talks out of nowhere and other "countryside" like habits have their own charm. And that's the important. Eirinn go Braugh.