You know you're really Irish when...

[Gossipyfishwife]

...you tell the barman to put the change in the poor box.

You have relatives who still have a 'good room' that's kept immaculate only used at Christmas or when the priest visits!

When the mention of the wooden spoon strikes the fear of god in you.
When saying 'I will ya' means you definetly won't.
When a cup of tea sorts every problem known to man

Everything is grand!

When "not too bad" means good.

I admit I terrorised both my ds with a wooden spoon. Apart from facial ticks and an irrational fear of sticks.....it never did them any harm a nice cup of tea wouldn't put right...

The Craic is had on a regular basis

The craic? What number craic is that? And where would you have it?

OK,so

The wooden spoon, Jayzus lads

Flat 7 Up cures any ailment

(nicked this one from a meme I once saw on being Irish)...you dont need to study to oass exams because your granny lit a candle for you.

*pass

I will yeah (I wont, no)

I will in me hole (I wont, no)

You were told not a make a holy show of yourself.

You worry about having left the immersion on (as did your mother before ye)

You find yourself saying "catch yeself on!" I'm your nana's cork accent

when you're a Londoner born and bred

I recognise all these. Im Northern Irish/British but I guess there is a little Irish in me

I'm a Londoner too, but dad from Co Wexford and Mum from Co Galway.

Cop yourself on / cop on to yourself...or just COP ON...I say to my kids now

People look blankly at you when you tell them what they are looking for is in the press

You granny sends you out to get "the messages"...

You go to "get the messages".

Soda bread, Galtee cheese, Tayto crisps and Kimberley biscuits is a meal this may just be the lazy arses in Mayo though

Or as my um used to say about any pain we'd complain of " it's far from your arse, you won't sit on it" or "you'll be alright before you're twice married"! As you can see, my mam was very sympathetic.

Messages, yes! My granny was also popping out for messages.

I remember my school friends looking at me blankly when I mentioned the hot press.

When you get the 'divil' in yer!

H Gd, I hated Kimberkeys! And the other ones, Mikado. Yuck. My dad loved them with a nice pot of tay, though.