Now earlier in the week I visited my best friend Nuala ( pronounced nooo la)
As some people may have guessed Nuala is an Irish name and Nuala herself although a broad Liverpudlian is just one generation away from pure Irish stock......parents who could have been picked literally out of tv's Father Ted or John Wayne's The Quiet Man!
In our salad days, Nuala and I would always enjoy a rollocking good piss up on Paddy's Day. We would meet up with a gaggle of Irish physiotherapists with the fairly complicated names of Grainne (Gron-ya),Dymphna and Hillary and drink copious amounts of whatever around the Irish pubs of Sheffield or indeed Liverpool depending on where we decided to go.
I have never understood the draw of St Patrick's day to non Irish people. Perhaps it is purely a result of some shallow enjoyment of getting pissed out of your head whilst wearing a cheap plastic green hat fashioned into a rough shape of a shamrock.......perhaps it is just a result of some false warm community nostalgia about "the craic"........
or perhaps it is the fact that most people from time to time love to belt out the first verse of The Fields of Athenry with their arms around a group of sweaty strangers as a scruffy man with a beard plays a penny whistle !
|Our Sheffield slice of Galway The Dog And Partridge|
Tonight I am off out to a colleague's leaving bash in Prestatyn.....I hope the bar that we will be going to isn't decked out in Irish flags and photos of Dana......I am a bit too long in the tooth for all that bollocks!