Next Thursday is Arthur’s Day.

I suppose you think I would be all in favour of something that celebrates my standard tipple?

You’d be wrong.

Arthur’s Day has fuck all to do with celebrating Arthur J or even Guinness and has everything to do with filling the coffers of Diageo.  It is a plain straightforward advertising gimmick that represents tackiness and manipulation of the sheeple at it’s worst.  It is up there with fucking leprechauns, floppy green hats and pigs in the kitchen.  It just perpetuates the perception that the Irish are just a nation of drunks.

If they really wanted to celebrate Arthur then I would suggest that all participating pubs serve stout and only stout for the night.  For twenty four hours let Ireland become a nation of stout drinkers with not a drop of any of those revolting cocktails or alcopops to be seen.  For a start, I can guarantee there would be far less drunkenness as most of today’s yoof wouldn’t be able to cope with the sheer volume of liquid required to get you pissed.

I’m all for a bit of celebration and merriment.  I like to see people enjoying themselves but this Arthur’s Day shite is just giving the sheeple an excuse to get pissed out of their gourds, suckers to crass commercialism.

Christy Moore is bringing out a new song in honour of the day.  I believe it is to be released on iTunes [whatever that is] next week.  I think he mirrors my sentiments pretty accurately.

Fair play to ya, Christy.