Happy st whatever blah blah

gah, i work in a fake plastic irish pub in the centre of birmingham, tonight im working a 6 hour shift untill early o clock in the morning, im dreading the stupid hats, quaint fiddly fucking dee music and the fact every booze weary moron in there at some point is going to claim to be "part irish" and able to tell me how to pour a pint of guiness "properly".

Fuck this overhyped corporate whore of a non-holiday, if people need an excuse to get drunk then there the ones with drink problems not me