Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Top o the morning to ye an begorrah to be sure...and other such bollocks.

Happy St Patricks day. I have always found it somewhat ironic that a day devoted to one of the dourest, po-faced, sanctimonious, overly-pious and undoubtedly sober saints of christianity has been warped into one enormous excuse for a piss-up. Cue plastic paddies rolling in bars from Camden to LA. Cue huge profits for brewers. Cue stupid parades in New York where 'Irishmen' who are about as Irish as my cat wear green and wave at each other, then get drunk and caterwaul fake songs about the Old Country. What a load of fucking bollocks.
I am, as you may surmise, not in a very good mood today.

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