You know you're really Irish when...

[Gossipyfishwife]

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

Stop the lights!!!!!

Floggingmolly

hahahaha!

"I wouldn't risk the pound Bunny"

Or, "stamps out hoose"...

my colleague has just brought a slice of tea brack!

Love this thread. DH is Irish... I wonder if I can get him to do stuff around here if I threaten him with a wooden spoon...

Mixing irish and English together eg I don't have any "meas" in that

I'm going to put my feet up tonight with my Reeling in the Years DVD and a bottle of wine. If I get pissed enough; I might even have a maudlin few bars of the Fields of Athenry, while DH looks at me like this from the other side of the room.

You remember that in 1985 lots of people actually thought statues were moving.

Thanks floggingmolly for the fada tip

One of my favourites that we always say at home is 'As sure as an eye in a goat' = definitely!

Also love 'Cat' as in desperate, as in that's awful - but my mum pronounces it 'Ket'!

Yeah , I remember the bus loads of people going to Ballinaspittle ( I think)

Normal looking people too

Does anyone else remember with fondness the 'Ireland's Own magazine?
I used to love it as a child, and now dd1 always asks for it when we 'go home' twice a year.

And the mad panic that would be on when you were due 'the station'. Nothing could be planned or talked about until after the station. The whole house would have to be painted, mountains of hangsangwiches made, all the childer would get new geansais, and haircuts.

I moved to England aged 19 as a student, and was house sharing with other students. Within a fortnight one of my housemate's grandfather died. I can clearly remember the look of confusion on another housemates face when I started trying to discuss how we would get to the funeral. It felt so wrong not to be going to the funeral.

My parents seem to have a hobby of going to funerals, at least one a month. If there is no mention of 'do you know who has died?' from Mam, I will ask her if anyone has passed. She quite often replies with 'No, thank God', but the wistful tone in her voice betrays the words she uses as she seems sad that 'it has been a while'.

Does anyone else remember with fondness the 'Ireland's Own magazine?
I used to love it as a child, and now dd1 always asks for it when we 'go home' twice a year.

And the mad panic that would be on when you were due 'the station'. Nothing could be planned or talked about until after the station. The whole house would have to be painted, mountains of hangsangwiches made, all the childer would get new geansais, and haircuts.

I moved to England aged 19 as a student, and was house sharing with other students. Within a fortnight one of my housemate's grandfather died. I can clearly remember the look of confusion on another housemates face when I started trying to discuss how we would get to the funeral. It felt so wrong not to be going to the funeral.

My parents seem to have a hobby of going to funerals, at least one a month. If there is no mention of 'do you know who has died?' from Mam, I will ask her if anyone has passed. She quite often replies with 'No, thank God', but the wistful tone in her voice betrays the words she uses as she seems sad that 'it has been a while'.

Ah yes, the moving statue at Ballinspittle! We went there but it must have been a longtime afterwards and I totally convinced myself that the statue was moving.

Look at how many people still flock to Knock every year! (Although having been to Lourdes and also a very similar place just outside Mexico City I would say its more of a catholic thing than Irish thing).

The personal ads in Ireland's Own were hilarious

the very particular joy of reading the Avondhu - absolutely mad shit in there!

The Station Mass! As an old neighbour of ours used to say, "If it wasn't for the Stations all the houses in the Country would fall down!"

A couple of years ago there were new reports of moving statues in Ireland, lots of people turned up to look at them but I think they were mostly Travellers and Poles who are Catholic in the old school way

Love Ireland's Own!

Miss Flanagan, retired teacher and amateur detective. What a legend she is.

When the goat goes into church, she doesn't stop until she gets to the alter.

From a crows egg comes a crow.

I've really enjoyed this thread, such lovely memories of our long summer holidays "back home".

Don't know if it peculiar to our area but at weddings the groomsmen would always go round the church car park tying coloured ribbon onto the aerials of the cars and then the whole procession would drive from church to reception beeping their horns.

"Here comes the pig to be shaved"

Time to do a difficult task you have been putting off.

"Get up off the parliamentary side of your arse"

Get on with it, you lazy sod.

My Grandad used both of these sayings all the time :)

As the day lengthens the cold strengthens was one of my nan's favourites said in broad Ulster Scots

For anyone nostalgic for the death announcements on the radio, may I present to you my dad's favourite website.: www.rip.ie