Today is one day of the year that never ceases to amaze me. I am always surprised, no, staggered, at how many Irish people there are in this country. Judging by the heaving pubs and bars in London tonight, it must be something like fifty per cent of the population. Incredible. I know catholics tend to have large families, but this is ridiculous. Where are they the rest of the year? Is it like flies in winter?
Seriously, what is it about St Patrick’s Day that encourages mass participation? What is it about this day that makes people who are about as Irish as General Pinochet’s cock want to drink Guinness while wearing those fucking stupid hats? I always struggle to remember when St George’s Day is. I think it’s April 23rd, but I wouldn’t bet on it. Not only am I not sure when it is, I don’t care either. Nor, as is no doubt now abundantly clear, do I care about St Patrick’s day. Why would I? Why would anyone, other than the Irish? It’s their national day after all.
Can anyone shed any light on this?