Will tomorrow ever come on this Garth?

THE last week was a country music song, performed during a surreal interlude in a cranky summer. We had achy breaky hearts, and forlorn love and a concert that up and died, only to be revived, by either Jesus or Enda Kenny, depending on who you want to dropkick you through the goalposts of life.

We had farce, hype and hysteria, linking together for the perfect line dance that informs how we do things.

A couple of notable highs during the last few days should be observed. Yesterday, just after 8am, the Lord Mayor of Dublin Christy Burke was interviewed on Newstalk FM. He gave Ivan Yates an up-to-date assessment on the concert debacle, saying he was trying to “save the nation from sorrow and misery”. Christy revealed that he had received correspondence from residents in the vicinity of Croke Park urging him to use his office to “seek a meeting with the US ambassador to ask Mr Obama to appeal to Garth Brooks to come to Dublin”.