Yes me wee leprachauns its that special day of the year that the insane Irish made especially for drinking. Not like any other day is an excuse mind you. Today, the 17th of March, the day St. Patrick came to the Emerald Ilse and drove all the rats and snakes out of Ireland. So to celebrate the Irish.....drink. Along with the rest of the Western world.
No matter where you go you'll see St. Patty's Day parades, green clothing, thick irish brogues and beer. Not that beer is the only form of alcohol. Ho ho. Now the Irish have become such an itricate part of our culture that we can't escape them no matter what. Over 40% of North Americans claim to have at least a hint of the red haired, loud, friendly, soused people we call the Irish. St. Patrick was also the man who designed the Sun feature on the Celtic cross. Do we need more reason to drink? No. While the majority of Administrators on this blog are of Irish heiratge someehere along the line. The Pretty One, me, moi etc, am not. So why is the crazy funny man telling us about St Patricks Day when he himself isn't at all Irish? Well, dear loveable and possibly hairy readers I drew the short straw. And the others are too drunk to stand on thier own two feet. But thats beside the point.
So my lovlies let us drink to the health of Ireland and may you be forever changed on this day. For what tommorrow brings no one knows. So eat drink, sing, and generally be merry on this most boozed up today. Now go out to the bars, pubs, kitchens and living rooms and drink yourselves sick with green beer and cookies.
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