Back to the books

I read all day, nearly finishing a book on how oil has driven and distorted global politics since it first gushed out of the ground. It is about as cheery as yesterday's mural tour.

On the topic of depressing information, I chatted with Michael next door, telling him about Bill and Mary Beth playing four of Ireland's most famous courses (Michael's a big golfer). I also told him how appalled I am by the bonfires. He said he is glad his two children moved away. Now that is a pretty damning commentary on your hometown. I tried to think of how I could use my legal training to stop the bonfires. Dutch citizens just won a court case forcing their government to address climate change. Why shouldn't that work here? Then again, I'm on a limited leave to remain visa. If I start upsetting the Protestant powers that run this town, I could find myself with a one-way ticket home. I'd write hashtag quandary--that seems to be the vogue--but I'm not really encouraging exposure for my musings.
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