
You can see the sheer look of glee in Arthur Guinness' eye when the 17th of march swings around again. The popular stout expects to sell around 13 million pints on St Patrick's day, nearly triple the mass sold on any other day.
Normally i would be sceptical of such a fact but after last night, it feels like i have ingested a good percentage of that figure.
As For St Georges day, what am i doing? I have no idea, i might be busy, i might have been busy, i might even be doing it now. For the fact is i have no idea when it was/is, and frankly i dont care, and yet people seem to get really narky if you tell them this.
I spent yesterday 'celebrating' St Paddy's in Newcastle with a good friend of mine. We had decided to persuade as many people as possible that we were Irish for the night and see how successful we were with the ladies. The winner ironically got a pint of Guinness. We each donned full Green clothing and acquired a lovely array of flags and shamrocks painted on our face, rather like a slightly Irish Apache warrior. We even brought along a token Irishman to add gusto to our performance. Although he later told us he was the wrong king of Irish for St Patricks day.
Needless to say the night was not a success, but i have now a cracking iron content in my bloodstream
Ill stray back to my main point now. I am in no way Irish, not even a little bit and yet i will happily celebrate the day of their patron saint and hope to do it without any snide "your not even Irish" comments.
The so called saint is is a bit of dodgey story anyway;
St Patrick was born in Wales to a wealthy family in AD 390 but was captured and taken to Ireland as a slave. He hated the place! As for driving snakes out, utter rubbish, there were no snakes in Ireland. The people who wrote the story were a little to literal with the meaning of snake. Patrick actually managed to banish the snakes that
followed the Pagan religion, not exactly a reptile.
I know why we as a nation are slightly anxious about following St George, everything from the yob culture associated with his flag as well as his rather dubious British heritage.
St George, the Patron Saint of England, was born in Turkey and grew up to become a Roman soldier, who slayed a dragon. Now its not that we don't believe in dragons but.... no no wait it is that!
The only dangerous type of dragon in this world is the Comono dragon, which can be easily thwarted by a large stick.
Our beloved George is also the patron saint of Ethiopia, Georgia, Greece, Russia and Portugal. Now I'm sorry but that is not national identity that's just greedy.
The Scots have St Andrew but seem to put more celebration into Burns night, and the welsh eat cheese on toast to remember David.
People need to mellow out a little with the hard line nationalism. So what if a Englishman wants to celebrate St Patricks day? it doesn't matter! Half the stories are made up anyway.
Oh well, rant over. I best start planning my costume for Australia day.