St Patrick's Day, i.e. Heavenly Consumption of Guiness Day, is upon us.
I always like this day, mainly because the Irish (whatever your political affiliation) are a good natured people so a celebration to all things paddy generally feels like just that. It doesn't make your average person nicer, like Christmas or the onset of spring brings tolerance and a smile to a Londoner. But still.
I would have forgotten were this less of a light hearted yet important day, coming in amongst an exciting moment in the sports season, otherwise known as MAD MARCH. March is when the best dual gender tennis tourney of the year, Indian Wells, kicks off in California; Formula One starts up again in Bahrain; the Champions League gets to the nitty gritty quarter finals stage with inevitable casualties, Alpine Skiing World Cup winds down in Garmisch-Partenkirchen (GER) and of course all the European football leagues are at the business end of things.
Happily, St Patrick's Day sits alongside all this and even manages to make a diary date out of socialising, going to the pub and drinking Guiness.
Me: Wanna go to the pub?
Friend: (sighs) It's been a busy week you know, I might leave it...
Me: But it's St Patrick's Day!
Friend: (perks up) Oh yeah! No, alright, let's do it. But it's got to be a proper pub. Proper Guiness
And if you're not a fan of the black stuff, try guiness and condense milk. YUM, trust me.
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