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Sinne Fianna Fáil! Ireland! A draw! The boys sure are making sure they keep us on edge. That's right Germany, every right to be upset because a draw might not be a win but IT'S NOT A LOSS! Aye, we'll get the points yet.

[PWP: Astrid & Lucien]
I feel a bit of a headache settling in. Ice cream sounds like a proper fix for that, right?

This attempt by the US team is bollocks. Little to qualify now, don't you think guys? There are better reasons to open the borders.

At least Ireland made it in this year. If I had to wait another four years for them to redeem themselves for last Cup's poor showing I'd...well I guess I'd do nothing but I wouldn't be happy about it.

Dead boy bands should be left to rest. There's a reason those groups came to an end in the first place, no need for reunion.

Z is a musical, yeah? I'll be more interested in it if it's a musical. Zombies taking out humanity to soaring ballads just seems more entertaining than just watching them shuffle on stage and eating brains. It's always better when set to music. Or, better, maybe it will spawn a whole new approach to theatre. The zombie approach to everything. I could never sit through Hamlet but if it included zombie battles and brain munchage I could probably make it without falling asleep.

I'm well sure the child that lives in the flat below ours is a changeling because the only way I can explain the ability of something so small and deceptively innocuous to make such a fecking horrendous, brutal, otherworldly wail like that is if they just aren't bloody human! I've met children, I have, it's true, and none ever produced a sound that made me wonder if my brain was going to leak out of my ears. Plus the snapper looks like wee wizened monkey, so that has to count for my theory as well.

Here's to women's kisses,
and to whiskey, amber clear;
Not as sweet as a woman's kiss,
but a darn sight more sincere!

I figured it was probably best to write the obligatory and much anticipated (at least on my end) St. Patrick's Day post before midnight strikes and all the festivities can begin. As I assure you I will be even more unintelligible as the day progresses. I could give you all a history lesson in Irish music or do some other long winded post about the importance of the bloody tin whistle (actually that wouldn't be too long) but I just can't be arsed. It's all fecking riveting but I can do that any day. And I'd bet all the whiskey in Ireland that few, if any, will be sitting around tomorrow pondering bodhráns in honour of Ireland's patron saint.

Instead I offer you a double shot of su-fecking-perb music to accompany whatever legal, well-behaved and family friendly shenanigans you decide to engage in. A mix of classics, some that only get better with age and some that are just there for fun. But they all celebrate Ireland or, yes, drinking. And if that combination isn't spot on for tomorrow - correction, today! One last thing, for any going out tonight, a word to the wise: never dare an Irish--especially after a few shots and a pint. Cheers!

( 'Cause EV'RYONE'S IRISH On St. Patty's Day )

My back feels brutal. Like Jean Paul did a tarantella on my spine while I slept. Quite sure that didn't actually happen though.