For The Love Of The Irish
My (American) father's side of the family are descendants from Wales and Ireland. My (South African) mother's side are descendants from England, Scotland and Holland. With that kind of pedigree you'd think the blood in my veins would be 100 proof. And yet I have a general dislike of the taste of most alcoholic drinks, not to mention a low tolerance threshold. That was until last St Patrick's Day when I gave a pint of Guinness another chance and now it's my drink of choice. Following that I also discovered I could take shots of Jameson without immediately vomiting. (That's only happened on my last Birthday after getting through an entire bottle.)
This post isn't just about my capacity (or lack of) for alcohol, it's about St Patrick's Day. As the one national holiday that is celebrated in more countries around the world than any other, St. Patrick’s Day is the day when everyone wants to be Irish. This was certainly true of my teenage self in the early nineties and that was down to hip-hop legends House Of Pain.