Emer McLysaght: Music to our years
We’ve been left reeling all right after what we’ve been through this year and last. But imagine how happy the soundtrack will be when society is finally back open again
It feels like tonight’s new series of Reeling in the Years is the collective hug we’ve all been waiting for.
Spanning the decade from 2010 to 2019, it will take us through economic turmoil, celebrity deaths, unnecessary journeys and men slipping on ice. More importantly, it might give us a break from speculating about how 2020 and 2021 can possibly ever fit into half-hour programmes.
They’ll have to be movies or mini-series, we’ve joked. We’ll...
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