St Paddy’s Day, the Oirish, the Green Beer and Me

Edited extract of an article I wrote for The Canberra Times, March 2013

Irish GifIt’d be St Paddy’s Day soon and not just in Oiland. All over, like. Oi’ll be turnin’ meself into a cliché to get in ehead of the rest of yiz. You can drop the accent now. Keep it for Thursday 17th March, 2022. But why do the Irish celebrate St Patrick’s  Day  globally  by  channelling Leprechauns, talking blarney, swilling green beer and  slurring  ‘When  Irish  eyes are smiling … da da dada’ because no-one can remember the lyrics? Happy St Clichés Day.

I have  the  Irish  in  me.  What  with  the Meehans, the O’Donnells and the O’Mearas, Irishness has been layered in my soul like lines of sediment in a fossilised rock. I’ve inherited the fist fighting fury, the lilting poetry, the blarney and, Holy Mother of Sweet Jesus, bog Irish Catholicism. I’d have pure Irishness throbbing  in  my  veins except for one grandmother, a Beardsell of English stock, sent among us, I suspect, to make the rest of us eat with the proper fork.

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St Paddy’s Day, the Oirish, the Green Beer and Me by Kerry Cue