You know you're really Irish when...

[Gossipyfishwife]

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

Blaggaaaaaards (anyone my dad didnt like)

Oh and if you are a lapsed Catholic, you shit yourself and run like fuck if you spot the priest out and about, while feeling resentful that he isn't in the church where he belongs

looks at DH who once hid in the Spar for 15 minutes in effort to avoid Father Murray

Anyone my Mum didn't like...

"Never mind dat one. She's got a tongue that could clip a hedge"

Everybody lapsed now.

When

Dat one haha@Worral

When you call the 1st of February the first day of spring. We are a fierce optimistic nation.

Oh we were always on priest watch.

I remember the panic when we'd be playing out in the street, and Father Kenny would come down the road on his bike.

We'd run in and shout "Muuuuuum! Fr Kenny's comiiiing!"

Cue a very flustered Mum, grabbing the best china tea cups and shooing us all out into the back garden

Oh not in my bit, they lapse in their younger days, then they get all devout again once they have small children, then the children all hit their teens and get bored of Mass, then the parents lapse again until they're old

Soft drinks are 'minerals'.
And at this time of year there's a grand auld stretch in the evenin's.

Anything other than a full on monsoon is described as being 'soft rain'.

Not me but my MIL- before your first confession, being warned by the big girls about the pervy priests who like to hear you confess, er, some very particular sins....

Culchies & jackeens
Hang sangers

Potatoes were called 'Poppies'

And if you took the bedding to the launderette, it was known as 'doing the bag wash'

Oh my mum was always making 'sangwitches' so the men could 'soak up the beer'...

Most has been covered. I came on to mention putting the child of Prague under a bush for good weather.

A dim view is taken of a potato that isn't a floury potato.

'Balls of flour' my mammy says, when she's happy with how the dinner has turned out.

English spuds are desperate.

Describing things as 'desperate' is v Irish!

A dim view is taken of a potato that isn't a floury potato.

Ohhh the look on my Mum's face if my Dad came home with a sack of 'them waxy aul tings'

Someone (usually a woman) doing something brazen or obnoxious:
'The neck of yer one!'

That's massive!!! doesn't mean big...

If someone was dishonest...

"See ya man dere? He'd have the sugar outta ya tea"

These dont resonate with me at all. Im too posh :-)