In Ireland
I’m in Ireland. Being Irish.
It’s where I’m from. It’s what I am.
Apologies to the countless people who have requested I post on IrishKC about all sorts of wonderful and worthy events. That I haven’t is a reflection not on the events but on my time, so unfortunately for the foreseeable future IrishKC shall continue in its long all-but-dormant state.
In the meantime if you wish to pretend to be Irish at this time of year you can find plenty of people who pretend to be Irish all year round - and they’re only too willing to tell you what is and what isn’t Irish. You can choose to believe them, or if you really want to know you could read some books.
And since I’m always asked - for the big day in question I’ll be cooking, oh I don’t know but I’m guessing pork chops - because that’s all that’s in the house right now. And I’ll still be Irish and in Ireland.
Comments are closed not because I don’t like you but because I don’t have the time to fix the website and make them work properly.
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