I have to give the drunks outside some credit - their loud singing is 1) less hideously off-key than karaoke night at the Gallery and 2) holiday-appropriate. Earlier someone was singing Floggin Molly's 'Seven Deadly Sins', and now it's gone to 'Bonnie, Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond'.

I did not get drunk today. I didn't even wear green. And yeah, I'm Irish. I am seized by a deep desire to listen to Celtic ballads now, though.