Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Quaint Irish traditions

Due to the fact that I didn't sleep a wink on the flight over...
Drowsy cough medicine, me arse!....
I was a little later getting up on my first morning.
And by later I mean 9 o'clock. God, things start early here.
Emilee, the maid, said to Ger
"Your friend has arrived?"
"Yes. She is still asleep."
"She is from Ireland?
"Yes."
"Ah, I guessed so."
"Why?"
"Tayto!"
Did I mention there's a bar in the house?


Ah yes! How many packets of Tayto crisps have winged their way across the world as a greeting gift to a nostalgic Irish ex-pat or emigrant? No other race fully appreciates the mood enhancing properties of a good crisp....or crisp sandwich, for that matter. And no one else can make crisps like we can.
In fact, if Crispmaking was a sport in the Olympics, us Irish would win gold!
And without the need for performance enhancing drugs!

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