WE may snort with disapproval at Ciara Quinn’s reported €100,000 bill for her wedding cake. But you have to remember that the marriage of one of the Quinn princesses to solicitor Niall McPartland took place in 2007 when such extravagance was commonplace.
This was an era when the moneyed classes would think nothing of flying their pampered offspring to First Communion services by helicopter. Then they could nurse their hangover on the following day by popping into the Oxygen Bar in Brown Thomas for a breath of fresh air at €10 a pop.
Former gossip columnist Gayle Killilea and developer Sean Dunne had set the standard for Celtic Tiger opulence in 2004 with wedding celebrations lasting almost a fortnight on board Cristina O, a yacht formerly owned by Aristotle Onassis.
To give just a taster of this marathon beano, one of the dinners was a 10-course affair cooked by a Michelin star chef after a champagne reception.
Ms Killilea later had her Marie Antoinette moment when she remarked of these ostentatious nuptials: "If it was good enough for Jackie Kennedy, I thought it's good enough for me."
It wasn’t just the big names who whooped it up in style.
In 2007 the little-known Wicklow property developer John Kelly offered his daughter Sinead the ultimate indulgence: for her 21st birthday in the Four Seasons Hotel in Ballsbridge, he booked the chart-topping band Girls Aloud.
The group was flown by private jet to Dublin for the knees-up, and performed on stage before mingling with guests, for a fee estimated at the time at around €400,000.
Ger and Naomi Killally were dubbed “Edenderry's Posh 'n' Becks’’ for their spendthrift lifestyle in a gargantuan faux Gothic mansion in Offaly. He was a Fianna Fail councillor and property baron, while she ran an interior design business.
They famously ensured that they were the first to get new cars in their county – proudly investing in “his’n’hers’’ OY1 and OY2 registration plates. But he later went bankrupt.
Of course, it took someone special to continue with the Celtic Tiger extravagance long after the Irish economy had careered over a cliff.
In 2010, Johnny Ronan flew former Miss World Rosanna Davison to Morocco for the weekend on his private jet on a whim. Glenda Gilson, the property baron’s sometime girlfriend, was not impressed by this jaunt and the incident led to the most important battle in the history of South Dublin – the Rumble in Ranelagh.
Where’s Johnny when we need him? Since he got rid of the private jet, life has become frightfully dull.