Guinness have a petition to make St. Patrick’s Day a national holiday.
Even though I’m largely Irish by extraction, and love me some beer, I’m not very excited about the idea.
Now, the day after Paddy’s . . . that would make sense.
Guinness have a petition to make St. Patrick’s Day a national holiday.
Even though I’m largely Irish by extraction, and love me some beer, I’m not very excited about the idea.
Now, the day after Paddy’s . . . that would make sense.
Yes, Collins is a very fine Irish name. Just as an fyi, most of the time among the Irish, the name, if it is shortened, is shortened to St. Paddy’s Day. Patty being a girl’s name, and all. Keep up the good work.
I know, Michael, but “Paddy” sounds too “Croppie, lie down” to my ear.
Padraig becomes Paddy.
St. Patty’s day is what Eye-talians and Polacks celebrate to demonstrate their celebratory inferiority.
Dan, are you saying that “Paddy” is too ‘hypermasculine’?
Right, then. Fine. Paddy’s your man.
But seriously, I can see where it could sound like a pejorative in some contexts, but not in this one.
Go raibh maith agat, Domhnall!
Beer-swillin’, potato-gummin’ bog-hoppin’ vermin.
Ye’re nothin’ unless ye drink uisge beatha and eat haggis!
The sheep-shaggin’ is optional. Damn those Royal Humane Society busybodies.
Yeah, Scotsmen never figured out that sheepshaggin is a drunken game one is never supposed to win, not a real erotic avenue.
With your pants on and around your ankles (Irish Rules) you never actually catch the sheep.
Kilted, well, let’s just say there are stories of Highlands red-haired sheep that have never been disproved.
I’m beginning to understand why the bloody British enacted the Penile Laws!
Leave it to the Irish to come up with a game where you’re never supposed to win.
Those aren’t sheep — they’re MacSasquatch!
Ex is Michael Eugene Patrick (confirmation name) Murphy … 2nd generation Irish American
While I’m mostly mutt, one could say my Irish quotient was increased by injection.
Of course St. Paddy’s should be a national holiday. It’s that old Irish proverb: You can’t be drunk all day if you don’t start in the morning!
BTW, my mom was Irish. Died of cirrosis of the liver at 52 without ever touching a drop. On the other hand, her dad lived to the ripe (very ripe!) old age of 96, quaffing a fifth of whisky and the better part of a case of beer (and 4 packs of Pall Mall straights) every day. With genetics like that I’m going with what works.
March 18: National Recovery Day.
(The dip in the GDP on that day is alarming…)
Sorry about your ma, Swen. Bit like Christ taking on humanity’s sins, that.
The whole idea is dumb. March 17th is the feast day of a particular Christian saint, who is the patron of a particular nation, many of whome emigrated to the united states in the 19th century and are a significant part of its ethnic make-up. There is nothing distinctly American about it. It’s not even the only day we make a point of drinking ourselves into oblivion.
Not every special day needs the sanction of the gobdamn feddle gummint. The conservative path is to continue leaving work early on the 17th and calling in late on the 18th. This I heartily endorse.
And my last name is Patrick, so my moral authority is at least as absolute as that Sheehan harridan.
“There is nothing distinctly American about it.”
Untrue. The drunken Saternalia version of St. Patrick’s day is distinctly American. Until a wee few years ago, St. Patrick’s day in Ireland was a truly religious holiday, where people went to mass and the Public Houses were closed.
Now they do it wicked-pissah Southy style. I even saw Neil Diamond on a float in Dublin one 17 of March. Strange, because his schmaltz is very apparent in the land of red hair and freckles.