More of the same from our begrudgers

WE’RE never satisfied, are we?

Economically, the country has just fallen off a cliff, and we haven’t hit bottom yet, in which circumstance you would imagine that any bit of good news would be eagerly and warmly embraced.

But clearly the greediness, the neediness, of the cursed Celtic Tiger still lingers, a tiger that brought with it an insatiable lust for more of everything. More money, more horsepower in our 4x4s under our increasingly oversized arses, more brand-name clothing, more gourmet restaurants, more mixed drinks and cocktails to enable us to build our reputation as a nation of vomiting and bellicose drunks.