Maybe we can set up a bingo game or something

I was invited to come to St. Blog's Parish Hall, which is like a message board, the ancestor of the blog. It is pretty good. Some familiar names, even a familiar face, but no bingo. So immediately I posted a complaint about what was wrong with the whole parish and how nobody ever comes to see me anymore and the kids are all mean and loud and on dope and...

Sorry, just getting in touch with my inner old Italian.

On another front, I took the Irish quiz and scored 80%, which was pretty good, since I don't think I could point out a single Irish county on a map. I missed one gimme question, though, forgetting that the Irish punted their own currency in favor of the Euro, so it really should have been 85%. Pretty good for someone who is not a bit Irish (proudly non-Islander is how I put it, although I am not prejudiced against islanders - Melanie is 100% islander (and if you think that the Englisch speak a strange dialect of German, you should hear what the Azorans do to Latin)).

As is my usual custom, tomorrow I will listen to the Pogues, drink a Guiness, make some green cookies and that will be the extent of my Irishness. St. Patrick was really an Italian anyway, so much more appropriate than Italians slumming with corned beef and cabbage would be for the Irish to follow the example of their ancestors and see the superiority of Italian ways!

So, drop that potato, Seamus, we are eating pasta tonight!

I just have to keep my Irish phrases in order. Otherwise I may go up to some fellow and wish him "pogue mahone" instead of "Erin go Bragh!" It is dangerous to only know two phrases of a language, especially when one phrase is a patriotic slogan and the other a curse. It can get you in trouble, especially with such a pugnacious people.