Allow me to understand the way in which your tiny mind works. The shiny, oversized motor vehicle that is parked proudly on your pebbly drive-way is of German origin. The much anticipated, once-monthly meal out experience is in Indian surroundings. The unique, distinguished tailored suit that you parade around your robotic workplace in has been stitched by an Italian. The sixty inch, plasma screen television that ensures your large, yet slightly tacky, living room is the envy of every neighbour within a five mile radius has been masterminded by the Japanese. The over-complicated, under-used, state of the art android phone that is permanently blaring out polyphonic ring-tones, usually sounding like your favourite celebrity or animal, has been ingeniously designed by an American. Finally, the hideously expensive and luxurious children’s toys that you purchase annually, for an even more hideously expensive and luxurious Christmas, have been expertly and painstakingly “Made in Taiwan”. Perhaps you should be reminded of this information during your weekly visit to the local Irish pub, as the famous words, “Why don’t they go back to their own country” are inevitably slurred.
