Ray Darcy was ranting, I mean talking about the money people spend on their Debs ball, apparently with dresses, nails, tan, make up, tickets and drinking money (lets be realistic here drug money), it runs to 3,000 Euro. Jesus Christ, have they lost their minds! They are 18 for God's sake, I'm not gonna go on about this it's all be said before, (usually to my husband trapped in the passenger seat as we drive in the rain to Limerick or somewhere equally uplifting). But how will these 18 year old cosmopolitan gals and lads cope when the money isn't as easily earned, or scrounged off mum and dad, when the crash comes will they be living in cardboard boxes? How can they ever appreciate the value of money if they (enabled by their parents) think it's OK to spend that much money for one evening?
The exams are on at the moment, how about Eddie Hobbs having his own subject next year in the Leaving Cert? Teaching kids that money doesn't grow on trees and that some effort is required to obtain it other than, "Dadddy Dearest, I just love that Red or Dead T-shirt in BT's, ah sweetie mwah, mwah!"
My poor children are in for such a land when they reach that age, the nine year old was weeding the garden the other day before the christening, he asked for 10 euro, I said five, we settled on seven, Eddie hang on to your hat, he's your competition!