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I'm talking about dyeing everything green, saying "begorrah!", leprechauns, diddly-aye music, and the whole of Dublin being jammed with tourists who've just dicovered their great-grandfather once ate a plate of irish stew.
You forgot plastic shellaillaghs, harps, those bloody fake tweed caps with red plastic hair stuck on, enormous green, 'funny' floppy hats that cost 10,000 Euros, shamrocks everywhere, U2 and Dubliner albums on constant repeat and borrowed Viking iconography. Not to mention the increasing prevalence of referring to it as St. Patty's day...who's this Patty then? Was she the one who got shitfaced while Patrick went and drove the snakes off the island?
I'm going to spend St. Patrick's Day at home. In years past I've spent it in Galway, Dublin, Dingle and Belfast, and regardless of geographical location there's one unifying constant: It's annoying.
And one more thing: If St. Patrick's Day in Ireland is so bloody marvellous, why does nearly every celebrity, politician and public figure who claims a connection with the Emerald Isle spend it in Boston or New York? |
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