Happy St. Patricks Day!

Or as I prefer Happy Birthday Mike! Because there's few things I hate more than people who claim to be quarter Irish, Danish, Armenian, Wolverine or whatever, especially when they're using that as an excuse to don stupid hats and drink far too many pints of 'the black stuff'.  You know the ones. I don't care if your Great Grandfather was Irish, you were born in Minster, that makes you a Swampie, not a beloved lost son of the Emerald Isle.

In Chicago they turn the river green with dye for the day, in the UK we have a different tradition, we turn our high streets black with vomit for the night. Wouldn't be so bad if these faux Irish drunkards used the free Guinness hats for puking in.

So yes, Happy Birthday Mike! Curses to you for dragging me out tonight! I'm really not happy about it at all.

Ahhhh, rage subsiding, I guess it isn't all bad.