So today is Ireland’s “special day”.
I am quietly bemused at the idea that the entire world seems to want to be Irish on this day. They light up their buildings in green and some hold parades. They celebrate it more than we do. There isn’t another country on the planet that seems to have the same effect.
Thinking back fifty years, this was a day to get hammered. I would meet up with The Lads and we’d head off on a pub crawl along with the rest of the country that would end in our “Local”. By the time we arrived back there the pub would have been a heaving mass of bodies all spilling drink over each other and having fist-fights trying to get the bar man’s attention. The Local wasn’t local for me but it was for The Lads. They could crawl home after but I’d have to drive. After eight or ten pints that was a bit of an adventure but what the hell – I never killed anyone.
Things have changed somewhat.
I can’t remember when I last had a pint of Guinness. I notice from this here rant-spot that I went for a pint with Neighbour two years ago on this day. The pub was dead. There were no unconscious drunks on the floor or heaving masses all shouting for a drink. There were just a few sitting around looking gloomy. Even the “live entertainment” packed up early and fucked off home. I think that was my last pint.
The pubs are festering corpses today. The smoking ban had a terrible effect but the latest Virus shenanigans has killed them entirely. There hasn’t been a pub open [legally] in over a year. St Patricks Day with no pubs? It’s like Niagara Falls without water or the South Pole without ice – unthinkable fifty years ago.
So today is just another day really. I shall spend it as I spend every other day and the only indication of the day that’s in it is the fancy Google thing on their search page.
I’ll have a large whiskey tonight though.
That’s nothing to do with Paddy.
It’s Jameson and I do it every night.