The Burren Supremacy
You'd have to admit, we're shameless really. We're ferocious attention seekers, and a lot of the time, we don't care how we get it. Admittedly, we were probably especially vulnerable to a bit of attention last week. It hadn't been a great week here in Ireland, and the national psyche was feeling a bit battered and bruised. We were slightly sad, slightly ashamed and beating up on ourselves.
So any bit of affection anyone showed us, we were going to take it. Even if it was the Russia mafia. Besides which, anyone who's been watching McMafia on the BBC knows that the Russian mafia operates a kind of a franchising system not unlike McDonalds. So when they come to town there's plenty of jobs for the locals. Indeed, given our craven behaviour when it comes to anyone offering a few jobs, presumably if the Russian mafia did openly land in Shannon to inspect "their" property in Doonbeg, Michael Noonan or Paschal Donohoe would be there to greet them, with colleens playing the harp, and maybe some Irish dancing, and large banners saying, "We welcome our new Russian mafia overlords and their foreign directski investski".
Not that - our lawyers have insisted we stress at this point - Doonbeg is owned by the Russian mafia. It's owned by someone much worse in the eyes of most people. Indeed, there are many who would think it would be like waking from a bad dream to find it isn't Donald Trump who owns the place after all, but only the Russian mafia.