Paddy’s day. The one day of the year that the whole world celebrates that fact that their cousin’s, sister’s, dog’s, godmother’s great-great grandmother is kind of Irish. Yeah it’s great and the leaning tower of Pisa was green and all, but I still hate Paddy’s day.
I hate the parade. Well, the one we go to is a sad excuse for a parade. It’s the local over fifties club, and the girl-guides walking down the road beside a 60-year-old tractor.
So now it’s time for some lists, about Ireland, and Paddy’s day in general.
Why I don’t like Paddy’s day.
- Too much fake enthusiasm required.
- I’m far too cynical.
- I hate tradition Irish music, and on Paddy’s weekend, I can’t seem to get away from it.
- It always rains, but I still have to stand on the side of a street for hours, watching the aforementioned over 50s club.
- Everyone’s always WAAAAAY too happy…
- Whenever I walk into a shop, my eyes are assaulted by all the cheap green hats/flags etc.
- I inevitably get hit in the face with some sort of flag.
- Too much family time.
Why I do like Paddy’s day.
- Green is my favourite colour.
- I get to break lent (No lent does NOT deserve a capital letter!)
- It’s a day off school and swimming.
Ok, so I don’t like Paddy’s day. This post seems too short to finish now, so now I’m going to pop up a few funny photos which involve cats. Please read the captions in the most sarcastic voice possible…
How funny. It’s a feline banker joke…
This is comedy…So that’s it. I’m sure you found this blog post as absolutely hilarious as I did…
So until next time just remember :
Paddy’s day is just an excuse for everyone to think they’re Irish, and Jazz hands make everything better…