today the irish, and all those who call themseleves irish across the world will celebrate st patrick’s day. here in se aisa on tropical islands and in cities,where first came stout, then guinness then the theme pubs owned by local ‘maffia’, and then the lone irishman, they will celebrate a peculiar dwarf all dressed in green, and get pissed, not knowing who the fuck st. patrick was. guinness makes hallmark look like amateurs.


Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh 


connemara by paul henry