Not a Green Day for me

Not a fan of St Paddy’s Day and why should I, I am Welsh, and St David’s Day is more important in my calendar.

Look what mummy did to me

 

First, let me establish my grandmother on my dad’s side was Irish, but it cuts no ice with me. Born is Wales, I am Welsh. I am one of these who does not harp back to the old country even with my multicultural background. Closest I will get to donning green will be eating some mushy peas with my fish and chips later.

 

All this Celtic brothers and sisters stuff is crap, in this dog eat dog world who would not step over one of our Celtic cousins to get an advance.

 

Paddy Day = a piss-up, not much culture there.

 

It could mean more to the real Irish, but all the plastic paddies see a pint of Guinness. The first pint I ever bought was a pint of Guinness, it was the only drink I knew having seen it on TV. After a few sips I never touched the stuff again.

 

Be prepared for the endless rendition of “Oh Danny Boy” drifting out of some pub, usually sung by some drunken old man, sitting in the corner, surrounded be his equally drunk mates. I do not hate St Patrick Day, I  will pass me by however I do hate the over the top commercialisation of the event typified by the Americans. Big parades are the norm and in Chicago there even dye of the Chicago River green.

 

For true haters look no further than the ‘Westboro Baptist Hate Group’ who hate just about everything under the sun. They have a particular dislike for the Irish national day and are always keen to protest a parade.