I’ve spoken before of my distaste for “holidays” which simply serve as a catalyst for “social drinking”, not the least because like New Year’s Eve, they put a whole bunch of amateur drinkers out on the streets and behind the wheel of a car.
Most egregious of these is St. Patrick’s Day: a time when, as the marketing goes, everyone turns Irish and drinks Guinness, Bushmills and Tullamore Dew.
Except me. This would be like commemorating “St. Boromir Day” when I wear a Cossack hat and drink chilled neat vodka till I fall over. What a farce.
Still, let me not be a killjoy. There are always the costumes:



Makes you proud to be “Irish”, dunnit?





















...typo, perhaps?

