The Craic

Saint Patrick; Patron saint of plastic paddy pubs and large novelty Guinness hats. So yesterday was one of the world’s favourite national days St Patrick’s Day. Everyone likes St Patrick’s Day, because everyone likes the Irish, and everyone likes getting pissed. St Patrick’s Day gives everyone an excuse to get pissed, most people don’t need an excuse, but having one takes away the guilt.
In the end it wasn’t the most raucous evening, I teamed up with my Irish mate James and we started at London’s oldest Irish pub The Tipperary. The plan was to go from real to plastic paddy and make our way to an O’Neils or such via a few other places on the way. We did this, fuelled by some good old fashioned Irish stew and plenty of pints of the black stuff.
Armed with our novelty Guinness hats, we marched through the West End singing Ireland’s Call. As it turned out there was a huge cue to get into all of the plastic paddy pubs in the west end and buggered if we were going to wait. But there are plenty of pubs around, and plenty that sell Guinness, so all was not lost.
So cheers to the Irish, may only cowards go to battle wearing armour.

What made the evening possible was the weather. After those few weeks of chill, the weather has turned very pleasant indeed. Winter is over, the over coat will be packed away and with summer time starting in a week, bring on the summer!!!