The hullabaloo around Ryan Tubridy going off to the BBC this summer shows up an odd foible we Irish have.
We only really pay attention to successes if they're achieved by people living here.
Dara O Briain presents three top TV shows in the UK and Graham Norton presents arguably the top show, but we pay them very little attention.
The front pages were not covered with pictures of either of them when they landed gigs so enormous that they dwarfed any success possible in Ireland.
It's news that Tubridy is getting to replace a BBC radio presenter, but we sort of ignore that the presenter he's replacing is Graham Norton (you know, Graham, flamboyant chap, from Cork. In Ireland).
We pretty much forget our own once we ship them overseas; in a current RTE poll for hottest Irish TV star the list of people you can vote for includes Brent Pope, Charlie Bird, Mark Cagney and Brendan Courtney. But no Dara. No Graham.
They're Irish. They're (big) TV stars. But they're totally ignored. Because their success has taken them out of this country and thereby out of our minds (and possibly hearts).
If Ryan makes it in the Beeb, he will achieve two of the best possible things from his perspective; he'll become a fish swimming in a very big and very lucrative pond, and the attention he gets at home will change from the forensic, microscopic scrutiny applied to a domestic star into the vague inattentive warmth reserved for our best exports.
And Dara O Briain.
Dail dress code a big mistake
The Government is on the cusp of making a major mistake by threatening to bring in a dress code in Leinster House.
For decades it has just been assumed that TDs would dress respectfully (like they would at a wedding, funeral or Tribunal appearance). Then we got Ming, Mick and Richard Boyd Barrett, who insist on dressing like they're in art college.
You'd think the answer to this is to bring in a dress code. But it's not. At the moment the guys are breaking no rule. And everyone knows the quickest way to turn a muppet into a rebel is to give him a rule to break.
Poor Quinlan's got it tough
NAMA is baring its teeth. Yesterday it put Derek Quinlan's assets into receivership (his multi-million euro properties are going to hit the market all over the place now). But according to those in the know, he ain't going to be alone.
The next couple of months are likely to see a who's-who of property developers getting their stuff taken away. At least we can all take solace in the knowledge that no matter how bad it gets for us average punters financially, no-one has swooped in and taken our possessions, leaving us like Quinlan. Destitute. In Switzerland. In a massive house. With his kids in Swiss private schools. It must be unbearable.
Ferries saga has us sunk
Every now and then an event happens that proves how little we understand about the complexities of life. The Galway ferries saga is such an event.
The two ferries were sold a while ago. A ship was sent to pick them up. It ran aground. A second ship was sent. It winched one ferry up in the air and then dropped it into Galway bay. Then it got arrested. So now we have two sold ferries and someone else's ship locked in an Irish harbour. But here's the thing that proves we don't understand the complexities of life; the things the ship is trying to transport are boats. Surely they could fill the two of them with diesel and drive 'em to their new home. See? We must be missing something very subtle and complicated.