Anyway, I’m Irish and I haven’t lived in KC for some time. So you can’t meet me for a drink on St Patrick’s Day. Because I live in Ireland.
And how am I spending my Paddy’s Day 2016 in Dublin? I’m leaving. In fact I’m leaving the country. Going to what some people call the capital of Ireland. But that’s a joke. Mostly.
I’m going to England today.
In the 1851 census 83,000 people born in Ireland were living in Liverpool. That’s born, not descended from people who were born. And a million or so people from Ireland passed through Liverpool as they moved on to North America, Australia, and elsewhere in the UK, fleeing what is known as the Great Famine of the 1840s. Wind the clock forward and today you have an estimated 75% of the population of this city in the northwest of England with Irish roots.
And yet I’ll be able to have a peaceful drink tonight. My kind of town and I love it.
Wherever you’re choosing to be Irish, I hope you have a good time. Look after each other.