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Saturday, March 17, 2012
Happy Saint Paddy's Day!
Shocked and stunned, personally. Been mouching about all morning. No real concept of which day of the week it was. Finally decided to go and spend an hour or two, squaring off that corner of the rushes.
Wandered up to Pat's place. Communed with Pony for a bit. Fed him his biscuits. Then headed over to the shed, to pick up my brush cutter.
Just happened that Pat was coming out to his van. When I explained my plans, he looked horrified! " No ....! " He said. " Ye can't go cutting any rushes today! "
I thought; 'Well; It didn't rain that much yesterday. And it's a bloody Bog anyway. Never exactly gonna be dry underfoot, is it?'
But, then, Pat carried on; " No Irishman works on St. Paddy's Day! " I'm like; ' Faaaaarkk!!! ' Never had a bloody clue!
I knew it was coming. But, that was like days ago. Then it all got a bit nebulous. Now it's here, upon me, look.
And, as the only person I've spoken to thus far today, a natural born Irishman, has so generously, graciously and quite unconsciously embraced me within the terms of " Irishman ", I've felt honour bound to follow suit.
Thus I've abandoned all thoughts of working today. I've come home and have tied on my Shamrock patterned dicklo. And now, here I am; Sat here with the first of a Great Many pints of Stout. (I also had a crafty nip of Jameson too. Just to rinse my gums with. More of that later!)
I'm sure the entire UK, at least, will today be throbbing with 'Plastic Paddies', those who, on this day and this day only, seem to remember that their Great, Great, Great Uncle, on their Mothers Sister In Laws Brothers Mates side was 3/8ths Irish ~ or so family legend has it.
Green beer will be sold. Guinness will become suddenly favoured. The Real Irish, abroad, will go absolutely fucking ballistic. I raise a glass and salute you all!
Now, let's get on with getting completely fucking slaughtered! It is, after all St. Paddy's Day.
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Happy St. Patrick's Day!! Off to my favorite pub in a few hours, just as soon as I get rid of this hangover.
ReplyDeleteCraig (trefoyl)
'Wish You Were Here', mate. I've cracked open a fresh keg of my stout. And this one's just about Beyond the pinnacle of excellence! It's almost Unbearably good!
ReplyDeleteMust say; I'm seeing, with this one, where people get the " Treacle " idea from. Strongly treacle tones to this. And it's fucking Delicious!
I was thinking of you today because you had mentioned you would like to experiment with chocolate in your stout. I just had a taste of a one time only, very small batch chocolate porter by my local brewery (River Horse), They added powdered chocolate to the brew. I Don't know if you've ever had a Tootsie Roll but that's the flavor it most reminded me of, which may sound weird, but it was delicious. The alcohol and chocolate worked well together. I wouldn't want too much of it, but it would be nice to try and experiment with a half size batch at home.
ReplyDeleteCraig (trefoyl)
Last time I was in town, my man there told me he had my Chocolate Extract ordered and it'll be ready when ever I get back there.
ReplyDeleteI have a FV sitting out in the back room there. I'll be experimenting! :D