I neknominate you... to grow up
There have been times, I'll admit, when I have been a little harsh about the Irish tendency to wallow in our own misery and to completely lose the run of ourselves in the face of a perceived problem. A few years ago, it was yokes and then coke, with a public panic and righteous demands that every nightclub in Ireland be searched on a regular basis.
In fact, this Reefer Madness, Irish-style, reached truly ridiculous levels when one Irish celebrity passionately argued that all nightclubs should have their own sniffer dogs.
Common sense went out the window around that time but that made no difference to the mob, who had found a new enemy to exercise them. And in the few years since then we seem to have lurched from one media scare story to the next, pausing only to take a deep breath and to ensure that we never, ever let the facts get in the way. Well, not the facts we don't like, that is.