You go into a restaurant for a ‘feed’.
Everyone knows someone called Pat and John.
People say ‘Howya’ as a form of hello. You aren’t expected to actually tell them how you are.
You could be run over by a car and still say ‘I’m grand’.
Nights out don’t start until at least 10pm.
The F word is used in every sentence.
Every body knows everyone else.
A mineral is coke.
A packet of crisps are always called Tayto.
You hear the death notices on the radio….followed by Bingo.
You can get a pint, a hair cut and buy a house all in the same shop.
In the local doctors you’ll get asked how your bullocks are.
You ask for a couple of sweets and the shopkeeper asks how many you want.
No one is ever on time for anything.
It’s always raining.
Anyone got anything else?
“you do the total opposite to what the doctor told you”“your freckles outnumber the days in the year”
“bosco taught you to count”
“you know what a culchie, a langer and a bogger is”
“going for one means ten pints in the pub”
“you have red roots”
“you get great satisfaction from seeing your clothes dry outside in one day”
“you can’t wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking”
“it’s ok to live with your parents until you’re at least 30”
“you have no idea how to make a long story short”
“you’re strangely poetic after a few beers”
“your first communion makes you more money than your first months salary”
“dinner is not a proper meal without a spud”
“you understand what someone means when they say come over at half 8, it actually means half 9”
“people ask how you are doing and then they do not stay around to hear your reply”
“you may not know the words, but that doesn’t stop you from singing”
“and last but not least… Being Irish means… your attention span is so short that … oh, forget it”