I’ve said it before my liquid bomb of choice in my drinking days was Guinness. So you’d think I’d have loved St Paddy’s Day… NO! The opposite, that night all these other tossers clogging up the bar slowing down the service of MY drink. I’d have gladly suffocated all of them with those stupid bloody hats they buy!
So funny to remember those days now – I hated – and I really do mean HATED those people. Today I sit and chuckle and find it all odd and amusing again like looking at someone else’s life only to realise I was the main character in it. Today I’ll wish all the Irish Happy St Patrick’s Day only slightly through gritted teeth after they snatched the 6 nations trophy from us – well we needed to rely on the French, I mean a penalty and a try and they missed both! Still another sober day – that is all that matters isn’t it.