Eveyone please take a long drink of your favorite green beer, dance a little jig and remember, everyone's Irish on St. Pattys day! Just watch out for me, I'll be the drunk little man with the sh&*-eating grin, frolicing about and creating plenty o' shananagins. evil shananagins.

jack- who wishes to be in spain every day of the year except St. Pattys (I'll pistol whip the next man who says shananagins)

I'm not ever Irish. well except for when I eat my Lucky Charms. red hearts, blue diamonds, and purple horse shoes! MMMMMM They're magically delicious!

Why not? Madrid seems to have more Irish pubs staffed by actual Irish emigres than anyplace I've ever been.

And the top o' the mañana to yer...

Hoist one for the San Patricios: a regiment composed mostly of Irish immigrants that were drafted when they arrived in the U.S. and sent to fight the Mexicans (1848). Brutalized by their (U.S. Army) Officers, they were supposed to kill this 'Enemy' that worshiped the same God in the same way they did. The San Patricios were those who deserted the U.S. Army wholesale and fought for the Mexicans - almost all to their death.

And then there's 'Red' Hugh O'Donnell, banished from Ireland in the O'Donnell-O'Neill vendetta who came to Spain and fought for (and led) the Spanish Army.

Who will we drink to next? How about Brehogan?