Well it's that time of year again. The time of year when the lovely people of the world join for one brief moment to toast the Irish for being such lovable drunken rogues. Now I’m not complaining, it’s always nice being Irish & as far as stereotypes go, lovable drunk, isn’t too bad now is it?
What I do object to however is the wide variety of Irish accents I’ve been forced to listen to today & if I hear one more Welsh person say ‘Craic’ I will be taking my shillelagh and ramming it down their well meaning throats!
Living in Wales it seems I’m expected to be more ‘Irish’ on this day. People seem genuinely disappointed that I’m not dressed head to toe in green, drinking Guinness & weaving grand tales of the old world. Every other day they are perfectly content with my lack of Irishness but on this day, St Patrick’s day I’m expected to do my duty & show up to work drunk in the back of a police van.
Ah well it will all settle down soon. Tomorrow it will be safe to walk the streets once more. A world without Ian Paisley impersonations and dodgy Irish accents. Imagine .
ah the top of la mornin to ya sure there,s nothing wrong with turning up to work in the back of a paddy wagon don,t forget where your from girl to be sure to be sure
ReplyDeleteLol thats right, don't forget the pot you're boiled in and all that. Sorry mum I got above myself there. Promise i'll get drunk & sing about the fields of athenry tonight.
ReplyDeleteHow is that diffrent to any other night then?
ReplyDeleteYou can't tell, but I'm typing this and saying the words all Irish in my head.
I'll never buy you a Guinness for breakfast ever again!
ReplyDeleteOh Mandy no more 'team meetings' :-( so unfair. I take it all back!
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