We better beware – the Zulus are coming

A STRANGE air of muted foreboding clung to the Dáil yesterday.

The feel was reminiscent of one of those black and white British imperial propaganda films of the 1950s when a stiff-upper-lip type would nervously announce: “It’s too damn quiet, Curruthers – those pesky Zulus are up to something, I can feel it!”

Brian Cowen wasn’t bothered about the Zulus per se, rather Johnny Foreigner generally, as he expressed coded fears the Germans were about to march in under the flag of the IMF and take control of his train set – the economy – or as it’s more accurately known, his train-wreck set.