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Trivial Pursuits => History => Topic started by: pmcd9 on March 17, 2009, 11:39:41 am
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It's St. Patrick's Day.
May the Luck of the Irish be Upon You (http://www.flickr.com/photos/pmcd9/3361858983/).
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Good God.
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Dang. People at my office are just wearing ugly light-up hats.
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I do not own a green tie.
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I hope it is clear, I meant that in the nicest possible way.
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Today I overheard a girl telling someone "I didn't wear green, but I'm wearing Orange, and that's like the other irish color, right?"
I thought about screaming and impaling her on a pike, but thought it would be in bad taste.
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A bit more of that naïveté and the world might be a better place, you know?
I quite fancied some Guinness today but I thought I might come off as one of Those People so I stayed away. (Though my hair would probably have seen me clear.)
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Today I overheard a girl telling someone "I didn't wear green, but I'm wearing Orange, and that's like the other irish color, right?"
I thought about screaming and impaling her on a pike, but thought it would be in bad taste.
Pedro wore orange today. But he's color-blind, so I think he actually couldn't tell the difference.
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Wore green underwear, just in case anyone asked why I wasn't wearing green. No one did.
I hate it when a plan doesn't come together.
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Luckily for you it has been a couple of hours since I stumbled in and I have sobered up a wee bit due to the delights of Angel.. Delight and Football Manager
I really like St Patricks day. First time I've experienced it whilst within the confines of a city centre (I was pub crawling) and it was just one big fairly awesome party.
Drank a lot a lot a lot of Guinness which I find fairly palatable, if expensive (discounts!), won a stupid hat for my stupid levels of Guinness drinking and was pleasantly surprised when the Pogues were played pretty much non-stop for about half an hour at the Student Union and I sang along whilst my companions looked be/am used. Unfortunately all the people who knew the words 'The Wild Rover' were in real pubs
I have had drawn on my left cheek a c*ck, a four leaf clover, and 'sexy', there's a crooked line on my right, and my arm has a worryingly deep cut and various daubings etched upon it
I was out with a Finnish and a French guy who were enjoying themselves immensely and can enjoy any form of alcohol ever in the interests of fitting into British society. I am not so keen on their alcohols which are either pure aniseed or extremely sweet, very strong liquors. But yes, they drank a lot of Guinness and we had lovely chatter
That is the end of my story for today
Also today I have listened to They Might Be Giants a lot as this is the first time I have any of their albums (I purchased all of them on the strength of 'Birdhouse in your Soul' and various others on Youtube) and I have band love. 'She's an Angel' is one of the greatest songs I have heard in a long time and it is hard to explain why, I have played guitar compulsively all day to their music
Check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWw4azYTTm8 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWw4azYTTm8) This is why I love music
How can she say these things yet here I am alone, confused and desperately seeking some sort of direction?
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I totally forgot it was st. patricks day, though I did hang out with some irish people for what that's worth. Once I was reminded I was all for green beers after tutes but by then it was 7:30 and people were depressingly non-amenable.
I love the phrase 'Luck of the Irish' though. The only thing worse could be 'Luck of the Israelites'.
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I totally forgot it was st. patricks day, though I did hang out with some irish people for what that's worth. Once I was reminded I was all for green beers after tutes but by then it was 7:30 and people were depressingly non-amenable.
I love the phrase 'Luck of the Irish' though. The only thing worse could be 'Luck of the Israelites'.
That is an odd one.
Blessed with a land that is beautiful but boggy and non-amenable to the process of making yourself comfortable enough to get some civilising done, they are then bullied by stronger neighbours for most of their history, suffering from horrific famine, the trauma of mass emigration, the splitting in two of their country resulting in an on-going civil war of sorts, and are stereotyped around the world for being either a) fun-loving, gregarious but idiotic drunkards or b) work stealing, aggressive drunkards with a penchant for acts of violence and terrorism.
The arguably most famous and critically-acclaimed band in their history to produce music in the vein of the nation (The Pogues) were formed in London and are mostly forgotten bar a song played only at Christmas that is set in New York. Their sports are barely recognised the world over, leading association football (an English bastard invention) to become the most popular sport. Even then, their football league is so crap about 9/10s support either Glasgow Celtic or Liverpool.
Oh, and Americans/Scots love to say they're Irish no matter how many generations have passed for some reason, which is something a lot of 'real' Irish people I know absolutely despise.
On the other hand:
You could compile a similarly damning list on every other country in the world, ever.
They do have lovely accents, that's quite lucky.
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I love the phrase 'Luck of the Irish' though. The only thing worse could be 'Luck of the Israelites'.
The lucky part is that you survive it.