My anti-saint-patrick's-day-blip

Sorry
but its instinctive:
brought up as a good little catholic boy in South Africa,
sent to a catholic school run by a gang of Irish monks, who made us march - in our fascist cadet uniforms - to the parish church: every bloody St. Patrick's day for the ten years I suffered their brutality.

Their favourite day has never been a day for me to celebrate.
I prefer to enjoy the opposite of green today!

(Apologies to normal Irish people)