IT said it all about the predicament in which Manchester United find themselves that their 2-0 defeat to Burnley at Old Trafford on Wednesday night felt like a huge deal for the visitors but, in a very strange way, just more of the same for those home supporters who clogged the exits with ten minutes still to play.
The extent to which broadcaster Gay Byrne was a passenger in, or a driver of, the Ireland that emerged in the final third of the 20th century will be long debated. That the question will never be satisfactorily answered speaks of the man’s ambiguity, suggests.
In a world almost jaded by innovation, it is difficult to convey the awe, the shuddering excitement, the sense of possibility — and the victory for God-on-our-side capitalism, too —provoked by the first moon landing, 50 years ago today. It was, even on flickering, black-and-white televisions, simply jaw-dropping.
LAST week’s tax returns, which were below the overall target for the year so far, will inform next week’s summer economic statement, but any restraining influence the figures might have will be outweighed by the political need for yet another something-for-everyone budget at the end of the year.