Downfall of a Celtic Tiger king is revealed

The rich and former-rich all seem to know their way around Switzerland? Worth a ponder. I have life-long friends near Lucerne. We met while working in London and back-packed across Asia Minor to Istanbul together. Sleeping on a sofa or on the floor on our return. We walked around Lucerne. Regular working guys like myself they were nevertheless very proud of their country. It's neutrality through World Wars and so forth. We e-mail often. One of whom remarked back then (and pardon my remembrance of the accent)"Did you know zer are more preevat Bannk Accounts here zan anyvere else?" Tis no wonder Quinlan didn't rent a room in Donegal to mull over his immense debts in Ireland but hoofed it to where 'money talks' the digits ultra secure. Long since laughing with a glass of kirsch vaser in The Alps. If 'Dublin's most prestigious address is suddenly looking as bust as the Celtic Tiger' call Switzerland and get the brush off.

Just another widow robbing wanker

Quinlan might take heart from the fact that Shrewsbury Road, on which his euro-inflated but now deflated pile stands, is named after the town of the same name in Shropshire, England, where that other wily exponent of survival of the fittest status, Charles Darwin, was born and raised.

Don't bet against this guy.