Happy Paddy’s day to all of you nice people in whatever corner of the globe this finds you. I googled Irish proverbs- you know, embracing the plastic Paddy for the day that’s in it. My favourite:
“If you put a silk dress on a goat he is a goat still.”
Well. That has upset my plans for today greatly.
Paddy’s Day always brings up conflicting emotions in my mind.
Today anyone (un)lucky enough to be in Dublin city-center will be surrounded by tourists tracing back their Irish roots, to a surname they can’t pronounce, because their great-granny’s cat once crossed the road in front of someone who was from Roscommon.
On Tuesday or whenever Joe Duffy is put back on the air, there will be the usual torrent of aul ones complaining about the youth of today, how the parade was a little too joyful and how this wouldn’t have happened if Bertie was still in charge- he wasn’t that bad after all.
My latest Paddy’s Day pet-peeve is the torrent of ‘Irish recipes’ I have seen from abroad. Making what typically look like pretty hideous concoctions. Corned beef and cabbage cupcakes, topped with Guinness frosting, served with a healthy side-order of stereotypes.
Playful, tongue in cheek rant over. Good memories:
Standing on a window-ledge watching the parade with my godmother years ago. (Dame Street- it used to be the English tourism board’s office- think its something different now…)
When our school won a rugby tournament for the first time in 33 years and we walked the trophy across the Liffey. Then proceeded to walk it up O’Connell street and beyond. Gardai weren’t overly thrilled mind…. Someone was threatened with arrest for waving a flag…. no really. They remain at large.
And there was one, just one, in my living memory that was actually sunny. I remember walking around town sweltering. I don’t know what the forecast is for today, but I presume there will be several marching band members from Texas or similar that are treated for hypothermia. Batons frozen in hand.
So what are your Paddy’s Day memories? What does it mean to you?