A little late, but, Happy Saint Patrick's day
Ate the obligatory corned beef and cabbage, that special time of year where the Irish home smells like someone's been ripping sharts for a week
I'd normally have drank half a bottle of whiskey (West Cork or Tullamore Dew) and downed two nitrogen frothed Guinness pints by 3 this afternoon, but this year I'm dry for cautions sake (there's a medical concern I need to get checked before drinking again)
Drink for me, you green blooded bastards and (from memory, so probably not perfect):
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
the rains fall softly upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand
