Patty’s Day
Lets’ get one thing straight, here.
OK?
You can wear a leprechaun outfit on Sunday if you want to. It’s cheap and tacky and it marks you out as a complete fucking prat but that’s your problem.
You can go around shouting Begorrah and Bejayzus if you like. If you like stereotyped clichés then that is fine. It just shows that your knowledge of Ireland consists of one viewing of The Quiet Man.
But there is one thing that I cannot tolerate. It boils my piss like nothing else. It turns me from a placid tolerant human into a raving psychopathic killer.
IT IS NOT FUCKING PATTY’S DAY
OK?
You can call it St Patrick’s Day or you can call it Paddy’s Day. No skin off my nose.
But calling it Patty’s Day marks you indelibly as a brain dead twat with the intelligence of a deceased amoeba. You are telling the world that you know absolutely fuck all about Ireland and that your entire education has probably come from reading Twitter. It marks you out as being as Irish as Kim Jong Whatshisname of North Korea. You are a shallow festering pustule on the arse of the world. You deserve to drown in the sea of your own mediocre ignorance. You are a waste of oxygen.
In short, you are a total cunt.
OK?
Well said but I have to disagree with your recommended method of death for these complete and utter gobshites. They should be flayed, have their eyeballs pierced, have each nail removed from every finger and toe and forced to eat them. They should then be hung, drawn and quartered. Following that anyone related to them by blood, friendship, work / school, etc should also follow the same fate for allowing them to utter those words.
I could raise a pint to that. Sláinte!
The idiots to which you refer are invariably 'Merkins so the whole ignorant lot ought to be exterminated.
Now, where can I find a couple of Daleks?
I'm afraid to tell you that you're wrong, Mossy. Outlets such as Dunnes Stores are currently making a KILLING on cheap, tatty accesories such as oversized green tophats, tricolour wigs, leprechaun suits and (wait for it!) tricolour face paint.
If our ancestors saw us now they'd be wondering why the fuck they bothered. The 17th of March to me these days has become one day where I'm even more ashamed of my national identity than normal.
Regarding cheap tatty accessories such as oversized green tophats, why the fuck does Guinness degrade itself by giving the fucking things away in pubs in the UK?
Money. Always money. Fuck all to do with patriotism.
I'm referring to the people that call it "Patty's day".
The same people who use OMG and LOL all the time!
Most people drink on that day because it's Paddy's Day.
I drink to forget that it is.
in memory of my irish grandad (not you) i'm ignoring the whole day…patty is my sister btw she's not a saint but i'd say with conviction she is a cunt
"i'd say with conviction she is a cunt" That is charming, I must say. You get on well, then?
Funny that, my sister is a cunt too!
I take it sisters don't read this site?
St. Baldrick's Day last Sunday. Our pub raised $50,000. Sat outside in the warm sun all afternoon. Repeat this Sunday for St Patty's Day. We will call it what the fuck we want to. We own you.
You own us – you pay our debts.
The last lot who said they "Owned Us" wished to fuck they had'nt.
Sadly, the United States is broke and the major bondholders are the Chinese and Japanese
Say what you mean 😉
I thought I was very restrained?
OK? More than ok, Granddad. I couldn't have said it better. Patty is the daughter of my best friend's brother, and her mother. Paddy? Well, I thought that's where they grew rice.
However you celebrate it, celebrate responsibly.
Nail on the head, Susan – Patty is a name of the feminine persuasion [Patricia?] whereas Paddy is the masculine equivalent. Except for your friend's mother of course. Maybe there is more to that than meets the eye? Heh!
thought it was Friday………… thats when we can go out and enjoy all the irish fare around here, then again I am in Nottinghamshire….. enjoy
Welcome, Robert! Officially it's Sunday, but Friday? Wednesday? Today? Why not? Any day is a good excuse for a pint.
As a foreigner in China I will have a quiet double measure of Jamesons with iced water on St. Patrick's Day. On other days of the year I am pleased to be able to buy Kerrygold unsalted butter, The Dubliner brand of cheddar cheese, and the occasional bottle of Jamesons. I feel I am helping the old sod's balance of trade, possibly at the sacrifice of my liver. Making sacrifices means I'm a patriot at heart, doesn't it? In French (see previous post by GD) they would say ma foie.
Happy St. Patrick's Day everybody. And bless my liver.
Bloody hell! It's hard enough finding those in the shops around here! Now I know why – they have shipped the lot to China. At least they are going to a good cause?!
Some discerning Chinese people may be tasting the whiskey, Grandad, but expatriates here buy the butter and cheese. These dairy products are not traditional to the chinese diet, although some city people have taken to slices of pizza with a flavouring of mozzarella cheese. I use unsalted Kerrygold butter mainly for frying things, as I prefer spreadable margarine on breakfast bread.
As a St. Patrick's Day dessert treat I'll fry pancakes. Here's the surefire recipe:-
Ingredients: one measure of Betty Crocker pancake mix; a beaten egg; some milk.
Method: Beat the bejasus out of a fresh egg and mix into the pancake mix, in a bowl. Blend in the milk gradually and stir like billyo until a desirable liquid consistency is achieved. Let the contents rest for half an hour while you wander outside smoking your pipe.
On return to the kitchen, stir the contents of the bowl once more. You are now ready to fry, using Kerrygold instead of corn oil. I dress the fried pancakes with honey and roll them up to eat.
Does herself wish to offer a more scientific recipe?
Thanks for that. I think it's the first time I have seen the words Herself and recipe in the same sentence though. I must ask the daughter for hers – she baked up a lovely batch of pancakes for Mother's Day!
Guinness for Strength, Jameson for Courage, every day.
And a good pipefull for relaxation.
Only thing I know about St Patrick's Day is that when I lived in London it was considered advisable to stay well away from the Kilburn High Road area on that day, as it was swarming with drunken Paddys, many of whom would (for some reason known only to themselves) want to demonstrate their boxing skills to complete strangers. Fortunately for the denizens of the area, in most cases the erstwhile Barry McGuigans could barely stand up by the time they reached that stage of the celebrations, so damage was reasonably minimal.
Sounds like Temple Bar any night of the year here!
I was watching the news this morning on a local channel and there it was!…St. Patty's Day!….I sent an email informing them of their mistake…( in your honour )..thanks for the education!…Have a good day, GD!
I hope you sent them a copy of my scribbles? Let's see them put that on air! Heh!
No, I didn't, but I'll do that right now!
Hah! I would love to see a picture of that going out over the air! 😈