This isn’t a big town. In the combined urban area of Limerick city and county, there might be maybe a population of 130,000, but it’s enough for some people to have made a lot of money from property development.
Now, as in any smallish town, people know each other to see and maybe to sit down and chat with in the pub. And those people might include the occasional individual who made millions out of property development.
I met one such individual last week, as I sat having my lunch, and we passed a pleasant enough half hour chatting about rugby and suchlike, but as we sat there exchanging pleasantries, there was only one thought going through my mind.
It was this:
I know you’ve defaulted on millions of euros in bank loans. And I know you have that money somewhere in a foreign bank account. And I know that hundreds of nurses and firemen and policemen have taken a pay cut in this town and across the country. And I know that everyone is going to be hit with a savage tax bill after the emergency budget of April 7th. And I know where all that money is going. It goes to pay your debts while you live it up on the hidden millions.
You thieving cunt.
That’s what I was thinking as I chatted about rugby with this affable, failed property developer.