Today’s a big day in Ireland. A day to celebrate the life of their patron saint, Patrick. The clothes I’m painting in aren’t green, but we’re going out tonight so I’ll put on me wee green shirt and go looking for four leaf clovers and leprchauns. No green beer for ol’ Mikey but I think I’ll have me another Diet Coke with lime. Hell it’s got some green on the outside of the can and the lime flavoured chemicals must be green as well. If they’re not they can kiss my smelly arse.

Here’s a couple good Irish blessings for you today:

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.

Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.

and…

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

and finally…

May your troubles be as few and far between as my grandmother’s teeth.