Another 1500 years?

Oh dear! One could, indeed, come to think that Omnium, - i.e. everything (essential) - has been posted (just check the label), and thus after almost three years it's time to break the habit's paralysing stances; and if it were to prove that not only each beginning bears a special magic, but also each ending.

Anyway, another March 17th, and once again quite a few Irish - yes, yes, and folks of other provenance - will keep the landlords busy, celebrating ... what?
And why?!

Alright, let's take for granted, a certain Patrick expelled all snakes from Hiberna.

And what's the outcome?

Since the Emerald Island is swarming with priests.

A reason to celebrate?
Obviously.

After all, the majority of the Irish people seem to be happy with the outcome of this wondrous metamorphosis.

Oh well, who knows what they would get, did they banish all bishops, monks, priests and nuns.

They might for the next 1,500 years or so be ruled by paederasts.

Sláinte!

Happy Pubs' Day

As it's the same procedure as last year, rather than writing a lenghty post I can prepare myself mentally for what I shall whisper to my first 'only man' tonight.

So, here's Tetrapilotomos' 17th-of-March-opening-groaner, to which* - in my borderless clemency as always I contributed the 'stupid questions'.

Tiny tip: To give yourself the thrilling illusion of reading Omnium's Breaking News!, all you have to do while reading is, replacing 'Wednesday' by Thursday.

In a minute or so, I shall receive a message like this one.

That's it. May the snakes bite me, if I tried to keep my esteemed Irish readers any longer away from the magic spirits.

In this sense: A nice (pub-?)crawl, everybody!

May the black magic source never run dry, may your landlord's drawing-power never weaken.

Sláinte!

Rush to Croagh Patrick

A minute ago, Tetrapilotomos sent following photo and comment.

Seems your early afternoon post caused a spontaneous exodus. Bars and pubs empty. Traffic jam on all major roads to Mayo. The first topers ... err ... pilgrims arrived at 13:20. In five-minute-intervals RTE's repeating following message, sponsored by the Guinness Brewery and Bushmill's: 'People of Ireland: Return to your pubs. His Holiness will not be serving free Guinness and uisce beatha on top of Croagh Patrick.' Nobody seems to listen ...

St. Pat's crawling

Optimists would undertake climbing Croagh Patrick today as on top his Holiness might be serving free Guinness and uisce beatha.

Instead, more Irish will enter a bar and get pretty stone-drunk.

Which is why clever - one could also say:
optimistic landlords use to have two professions.

Sláinte!

Irish metamorphosis

Early this morning spake Tetrapilotomos:

'Until Wednesday then.'

'Oh, trip to Tibet?

'No, march to Mayo.'

'Ah, celebrating once again that St. Patrick worked wonder?

'What wonder?'

'Expelling all snakes from Hiberna.'

'It was no wonder, at all.'

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'All Old Paddy did was quasi expemplifying a metamorphosis.'

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Sean, did you ever notice that since there are no serpents the esmerald island is swarming with priests? :)

And off he went.