So Ireland, having been the red headed stepchild since the creation of time, finally breaks free of her economic shackles and becomes the golden child. And here we have, of all nationalities, telling us that we are a debased culture all of a sudden, now that we have a few personalities and successful entrepreneurs flying about the place. I suppose it’s tough for Mr. Burleigh to swallow the fact that his own Country is viewed as the chav of nations now and that the little green dot in the ocean next door to him is just starting to flex its muscles. That British stiff upper lip appears to be pierced with a perfected Irish art form called begrudgery.