Well, It Is Friday...

... plus it is St.Paddy's Day. I am not eating corned beef and cabbage today (I do love cabbage, though--I am Russian, duh) and for Russians St.Patrick is an official saint of Russian Orthodox Church--can anyone explain why the patronim of  a fox in every Russian fairy tale is... Patrickeevna--and since it is an Irish thing, in the end, nothing beats making fun of... Estonian politicians, such as Rain Epler:

And listening to an Irish treasure:
 

Or to a new generation of Irish talent, drop dead gorgeous at that too:

Who's gonna hit the Red Button, who's gonna...

Enjoy. 

Irish Have A... Hm...Whiskey In The Jar.

I was driving home today from work and listened to Thin Lizzy with Phil Lynott delivering with a raspy wonderful voice Whiskey In The Jar. Phil, who was half-black, would beat the shit out of anyone in a bar if they didn't call him Irish. Sadly, he died from drugs--what a waste of an artistic genius. But it brought me back to a more Irish way to die prematurely and no--I am not talking about Gary Moore who had no fvcking business leaving us so early. Among Irish genius alcoholics Rory is one of the most underappreciated music geniuses and, probably, being a blues player from God he had many people who wouldn't like to concede to his sheer brilliance, but, after the Whiskey In The Jar on the radio today, I somehow want to remember a guitar firebrand from Cork (how appropriate).

Those who wonder what whiskey in the jar is, Russians, in the best tradition of pickling in the 3 liter, well, jars, have the answer:

Ah, yes, it is Friday...