Fat Frogs, Jager-Bombers and €20 entrance fee’s. These were our fabulously extravagant college nights out… we were, the Celtic Tiger Cubs.
Before the recession, we had seen more nights out then Pete Doherty and classier nights on the tiles then that of the Hilton sisters.
We have hazy memories of parting with €10 notes for a plastic roses from ladies wearing head scarves, on the door step of the club. We have blurry recollections of handing over €5 notes in the gents, to coloured men dressed as Ali G in exchange of a squirt of Jean Paul Gaultier and a stick of Juicy Fruit gum.
We drove our VW Golf’s down to the shop, 200 yards away to pick up mixers fore the night in, before the night out. We arrived home from work claiming we had quit our part-time job because our boss asked us to do a minor extra task “what does he think I am, like?” Yes, we were indeed the Celtic Tiger Cubs.
But sadly college is finished, the party is over and the boom, is well and truly over. So where has it gotten the slightly hung-over Celtic Tiger Cub generation. Today, we are escapees, re-inventors, dolers and victims to the generation of greed whom went before us.
I could not begin to count the amount of times I heard the line, “god ye don’t know how good ye have it, when I was your age…” The Celtic Tiger Cubs were made feel like they had not “paid their dues” in “life lessons,” they were made fell guilty for the lifestyle‘s they lead, by the very generation who gave them that lifestyle. This was the very generation of people who’s greed has brought the state to is knees!
This generation grew up long before the Celtic Tiger are now retired, if not on the verge of retiring, leaving behind the cubs to look after the mess, that is the banks, the IMF and whatever other little ‘trap’ this “wiser” generation have set for their young.
Today I find myself as many others do, I’m in hiding, back in education, like a hare down a hole waiting for the guy with the gun to move on, for fear I would get caught in the line of fire. Many more graduates such as myself are back in education, in an effort to re-invent themselves. Doing their best to keep their heads down and arise again, more qualified, more mature and a little wiser in the one handed card game that is called “personal banking.” None of us want to ‘fold!’
Unfortunately for many of us this game is a difficult one to play if your survival tactic is “re-invention.” Little did many of the graduates of recent years know, but to receive a grant to go back to education you must upgrading your qualification in the area you graduated in. Many found out this the hard way when they applied for different courses to what they were qualified in. These Cubs find themselves waiting tables by night to educate themselves during the day. Between work and college, these Cubs are putting in, roughly, 62- 64 hours per week!
The other option is emigration. According to the statistics published in an article in The Irish Times, in April of 2010. I stated that 65,300 young Irish people emigrated since the start of the year, just short of the 5000 which was recorded in 1989, which saw Ireland’s unemployment rise to its worst, 18%. According to the latest figures of the world press.com it is believed that Ireland will lose 120,000 young people to emigration between 2010 and the end of 2011 breaking all records set by those in legging’s, frizzy hair and the tasteful scrunches of the 1980’s.
Thousands of other young, bright, Celtic Tiger Cubs have left our green shores. In search of a better life, better opportunities, better jobs, better standards of living, even better weather!
During a speech at the Dail in 1934, Eamon De Valera famously said -“no longer shall our children, like our cattle, be brought up for export.”- This, it could be said, held true for a period of about a decade in Ireland since that year.
I paid a visit to the Dublin’s new €400m terminal, to bid fair well to the 32nd friend to leave the country since we graduated. Yet again it was an emotional experience, we were not the only friends saying goodbye and we have not been the last either. They say the world is smaller these day’s with modern advances such as the internet. There is not a social network site invited yet, that can compensate for the absence of a loved one, nor will there ever be!
As I glanced around the impressive “Terminal B” I could see many more tears rolling down the cheeks of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers and close friends of those who were weighed down with the 50lb baggage limit and the billions owed to the IMF.
Echo’s of “call me when ya get there… Facebook me when ya land… Skype me,” were being chanted though the glass and tile terminal.
Elmar Waters and Joanne Devlin, graduate’s in ID Nursing of Saint Angela’s College, Sligo, left for Australia last June. Like the rest of their graduating year, they were unable to find work in Ireland which brought them to the land down under.
“Its so easy to find work here” says Elmar. “The week we arrived we thought we’d stay in a hostel in Sydney to see if we could get work first, within the week we both had nursing jobs and were renting a lovely house just outside the city a short walk from Bondi Beach, it was just soo easy!”
Joanne added, “we were nerves arriving first cause we had heard it was easy enough to get work but we never thought it would be this simple,” she went on to say, “the week we arrived we were a little frantic in our job hunt, we were firing our CV’s at anyone who would take them off us!” she laughed.
Elmar claimed, “Within a day or two of handing out CV’s the phone started going, and it just did not stop! There were places calling us not even to arrange interviews but just offering the job to us over the phone! well paid jobs, great working conditions and all. We thought it was friends from home pulling the piss with their best Ozzy accents, because after 12 months of looking for a job in Ireland and not even getting so much as a call, suddenly the phone was hopping asking us ‘when can you start?’ it was great!”
“We do have full intentions of returning home,” they claimed, “we will stay here as long as we can though, we would be stupid to return until we have to, here we have jobs, the sun, the sea, the sand what is waiting for us at home? Misery and misfortune, rain, wind and the dole queue. At least here we are earning, enjoying life and building up a better C.V for when we do return.”
The nurses added, “ the only time we missed home was Christmas day, it was our first Christmas away from home and it was a little hard, we also miss friends, but the strange thing is, if we wanted to meet up with them we wouldn’t go home but rather go to another part of Australia or anywhere else in the world but Ireland, nobody is there anymore.”
So, for now, this rare species, the ‘Celtic Tiger Cub,’ once familiar to Irish soil, find, that some have stayed and are in a state of hibernated and most have migrated in a bid for survival, finding ‘Ireland’s dark winter’ to be an inhospitable environment for them. But, when the sun rises again on these cold green shores, the Cub’s shall return, stronger then its predecessors and better fit for the seasons of its habitat, Ireland will once again hear the roar of it’s Celtic Tiger Cub’s.