Memories of the Irish

This evening after a pleasant dinner with some friends, I happened to watch an old Irish comedy. The viewing brought back fond memories of my time spent in Ireland and my exposure to the people. This won't be a majorly long memoir - just something that I want people to know. The Irish are simply one of the greatest people in the world.
They are such open, friendly and talkative people and if you are impartial, the biggest cussers in the world. However, when in Ireland, you don't have a choice of being impartial - you become one of them. That's just the great thing about Ireland and her people - they take you in with open arms and bathe you in a symphony of cussing, or for the more sensitive ears, a factory of heavy, industrial ear and religious abuse. :)
They are a lively, passionate people, full of life and vigour and it would be a nearly impossible mission to find one person that won't make you smile. As I promised, this won't be a long blog, and so that's it. I really do love the Irish. God bless them. :)