Thursday, April 12, 2012

Windsock for a Soft Landing

I have just noticed the Central Bank's primary analytic tool. It's called a windsock. It is Irish, environmentally friendly and 100% energy efficient.

It tells the Bank, at any time of the day or night, which way the wind is blowing, thereby enabling the it to be ready for any emergency.

Due to its configuration, it is exempt from the usual requirement to be hauled down at dusk and not raised again till the following dawn.

This important feature enables the Bank to be on the watchout for all adverse events, at all times, in all timezones. It even warns of a sneak attack from the ECB; being an hour ahead of us is of absolutely no use to them in the face of this powerful analytic tool.

So why then are we in the state we're in.

Some people may be aware that I am always on the watch out for signs and portents. Well, late in the day as it is, I have just noticed an omission which may explain the current desperate state of the country and the awful predicament in which we find ourselves.

The Bank lost its fada. And when you lose your diacritic you cannot make sense of anything. No wonder the commercial banks and the developers pulled a fast one. A Central Bank without its diacritic is like a ship without a rudder, or a crow's nest even.

On this day of days, I refuse to mention the word ICEBERG but you know what I mean.

Now, the Bank may argue, post hoc, that capital letters can be exempt from diacritics, but unfortunately that won't wash in this case, as the above sign on their own pillar shows.


A Ghobharnóir, a chara,

I hope I have not been too diacritical in the above.

Is mise, le meas,



de ma said...

I don't want to sound too "uppity" but monoglots really have no idea how important accents are in languages.
And that's what Ireland is - a nation of monoglots who pretend to be otherwise. It's very sad.

de ma said...

Should have said monoglot English-speakers!

blackwatertown said...

Good one. I'm very keen on your keen eye for signs and portents.

Póló said...


It's become a sort of addiction. I can't go out for a walk without coming back with at least one photo.

Maybe I'm just making up for lost time.