Cringe Night
Tonight is Cringe Night in Ireland.
It is Rose of Tralee night.
For three or four hours we could sit and watch females from various corners of the planet trying to be Oh So Irish as they vie to become this years Rose. Each year they have their little interview where the host and the contestant try to be funny, cute and Irish all at the same time. It really is bleeding eyeballs stuff and completely off the cringe scale.
Naturally there have been complaints. It is not inclusive enough, they scream. They are all white! They overlook the obvious point that a truly Irish girl is by definition Caucasian in genetic heritage and the best they can hope for is a genetic mix. Being presented with a certificate at an induction ceremony does not make anyone Irish except in name.
They are actually trying to be inclusive this year. Apparently you don’t have to be a virgin any more [however they were suppose to test that qualification in previous years?]. They have raised the upper age limit. They are even open to applications from transsexuals which is not only jaw droppingly weird but really over-pandering to this modern “inclusiveness” shit.
I shall NOT be watching. I have more respect for myself and even Herself.
Though I seem to remember I did enter myself one year.
Sounds like à nightmare
Dante missed out on this one – the Eighth Level of Hell.
Is that based on the ‘lovely girls competition’ where the first prize was dinner with Father Ted, winner pays.
Confess we watched progressively less mainstream telly over the years, eventually gave up completely on the thing about 10 years ago, haven’t missed a thing, we have Netflix and Amazon Prime for films etc, mainly we watch an hour or so in bed at night, the huge telly with cinema standard surround system in the living room hasn’t been turned on once since the depths of last winter.
Come on now. For posts like this the spelling should be “Oirish”
With maybe a “bheghorha” or two thrown in. And a few “to be shure, to be shure.” Just to be shure. Add or remove “h”s to suit.
If the World comes to its senses in 10 or 20 years from now there will be excerpts of these programmes shown as ” Look how thick they were back then! ” comedy shows.
Just as an aside, if they want to be inclusive just show a nice pint of Murphy’s.
With a rather pale whiskey partner just to be in accord with current approved vision.
To be shure!
And do not dare mention Jimmy Shand. ‘n’ that.
Sound of bagpipes in the distance. A gunshot. Then silence. Ahhh.
Will ya stop that. You know I will never stoop to that “leprechaun and shamrock” shite which is purely a Hollywood invention. I don’t think I have ever heard anyone utter a “begorrah” [or however you spell it]. If those girls were really as Irish as they pretend they would all be out on the town getting smashed on shorts and pints and wouldn’t be making a show of themselves on a stage.
That’s quite a feat, Grandad … entering yourself. 🙂