I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.

You know your Irish when you have no idea how to keep a short story short.

See this is what happens when my wife lets me out on my own. I just end up getting into more trouble. I have a couple of good friends and one of them is Scottish.

So between trying to figure out what someone is saying to me in “west cork” , and the Scottish accent I just end up drinking more. All I want to do is relax the brain and maybe, JUST maybe I will understand what the heck is going on.

Which brings me to this conclusion. I figure that before the 1916 uprising, the Irish came up with the West Cork accent on purpose.

It was to drive the English bonkers. “If ye can’t shoot at them, talk to them like“.

But all that came out of that, was just pissing the British off even more like.