Eddie Cunningham: Cold war: time SUV show-offs got a grip
THEY were more to be pitied than laughed at, but I laughed at them. SUV snobs of the tarmac, their sunglasses lifting cosseted hair off their brows all year, hadn't a clue how to use the technological prowess of their machines (4x4s) to get them through a few miserly centimetres of snow.
What an apposite summation of everything that was wrong with the Celtic Tiger. Form before substance, want before need, credit before it is earned.
Now here they were, exposed for the first time as the SUV shams they -- and thousands like them -- have become.