It’s sometimes so reassuring that life still goes on without listening to Radio Ulster in the morning, and just enjoying the good things in life like the kids screaming and gurning about their oatmeal being too something or other, your partner worried about a friend’s wellbeing or despite the 10% cut in tariffs, that the electricity bill seems to just keep on rising, but we can’t live in this non-political idyll for long. Especially not here, where politics is so riven through our core identities and driven with powerful narratives of ancient division. Perhaps it is all the hurt and confrontation that makes politics such a turn-off for so many. For us “arts ones”, politicians feel even more remote because of the constant cuts, over 40% in the last 4 years.
