More Stuff Irish People Love
By Colin Murphy and Donal O'Dea
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- Waving hello to complete strangers on country roads.
- Using the 'cupla focal' to stress our Irishness when on holidays.
- Going for a few pints after mass.
- Claiming a relative who fought in the Easter Rising.
- Explaining hurling to foreigners.
- Nicknaming statues, for example 'The Floozie in the Jacuzzi'.
Colin Murphy
Colin Murphy is the author of The Most Famous Irish People You’ve Never Heard Of and co-author of the bestselling ‘Feckin’ collection (The O’Brien Press). His début historical novel Boycott (Brandon) was published in 2012 to great acclaim.
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More Stuff Irish People Love - Colin Murphy
Packing the ‘makings of a fry’ to take on holiday.
As Irish people we enjoy mocking the prevalence of restaurants and bars in sunny holiday resorts that loudly advertise ‘English Fish ’n Chips here!’ written on a large British Union flag.
‘I mean, for Jaysus’ sake, what are the English like?’ we tut-tut, and shake our heads despondently at our neighbours’ lack of sophistication. Here they are, in Spain or Italy, home to an infinite variety of wonderful tapas or pasta dishes and wines to die for, and what do they do but sit around all day stuffing their faces with greasy, battered smoked cod and chips and quaffing pints of Carling Red Label? Having expressed our disgust and amusement at the sight, many of us Irish then promptly head back to our holiday apartments, dig out the Galtee rashers, Superquinn sausages and Clonakilty pudding (black and white) that we packed away with our knickers and jocks, and proceed to make a giant, greasy fry-up that we’ll demolish on the balcony, accompanied by mugs of Barry’s or Lyons tea, a box or two of which we also crammed in beside our sun tan lotion and bikinis. A few packs of Jacobs Mikado or Kimberley biscuits are also likely to have made the trip, and these will do nicely as dessert. We rationalise this behaviour by saying stuff like, ‘Sure those Spanish sausages are bleedin’ brutal,’ or ‘Where am I goin’ te get black puddin’ in feckin’ Lanzarohee?’ And who can argue with that?
But, unlike our English friends, we prefer to keep our little home food fetishes to ourselves, just so we can parade around foreign climes pretending we’re well-travelled food sophisticates, and feeling superior. Later, of course, us and our other half will very likely proceed to the local hostelry where we will get completely rat-arsed. And sneaking into the ‘Genuine English Takeaway’ on the way home for a batterburger and chips is purely for medicinal reasons: ‘Hey, Fiona, we’d better get some soakage or we’ll be bleedin’ despera with de hangovers tomorrow.’ To which Fiona will reply: ‘Yeah, we can make chip sambos. An’ ye know, I tink I’ve still got some of dat Brennan’s Batch Loaf left dat we packed in with de socks.’
Using tool metaphors.
‘What are they on about?’, you say. ‘I never use tool metaphors’.
No? So you’ve never had a rake of drink, eh, ye dozy spanner? And don’t try and claim that you’ve never told someone, most likely your kids, not to shovel their dinner into them. And talking of kids, those little chisellers do tend to plough through the money, don’t they? Really, it’s enough to make you want to go out tonight and get completely hammered.
Of course, the ultimate Irish tool metaphor is, well, ‘tool’ itself, which of course has two distinct meanings. The first is ‘that crowd in the Dáil are a right bunch of tools’, which clearly in this case can have no meaning other than ‘idiots’. And then there’s the other version, its meaning self-evident in the ever popular phrase used by female members of Ireland’s cultural elite: ‘He has a tool on him as long as a well-hung donkey on Viagra.’
Singing ‘Olé Olé Olé’ to support Irish teams in any sport.
Now here’s an interesting thought for those countless Irish football (and other sporting disciplines) supporters who love to chant ‘Olé Olé Olé’ whenever an Irish player manages to get a touch of the ball. Besides the fact that it is more commonly associated with bullfighting, one theory on the true origin of the word ‘Olé’, is that it is a corruption of the Arabic invocation of ‘Allah’, which was repeated over and over in praise of the Muslim God, i.e. ‘Allah! Allah! Allah!’
The very notion of this might send the few fanatical Irish Catholics that are left scurrying to confession in search of absolution for inadvertently worshipping the god of another religion, as of course they know with absolute, one hundred percent certainty that they alone worship the one true God.
But we digress. Back to ‘Olé’, which some Irish fans probably believe is the brand name of the face cream their missus keeps in the cupboard in the jacks, while others mistakenly think it is a bullfighting chant. But, apparently, it originated, at least in a sporting context in, surprise, surprise, Spain, back in the 1980s after Real Sociedad had won La Liga. Their fans started chanting ‘Campeones, campeones, hobe, hobe, hobe’. Hobe is Basque, (we looked this up) which means ‘We are the best’. This itself was misunderstood in wider Spain to mean ‘Oé Oé Oé’, as in ‘A por ellos, oé’ which approximates as ‘Here we go’, and if you listen carefully when watching a Spanish football match, this is what the fans are chanting, and not ‘Olé’ (which means ‘bravo’), so, in effect, we are chanting a word that is probably an incantation to Allah and in a sporting context is a misinterpretation of a misinterpretation of a word that has nothing to do with football, and certainly nothing to do with Irish football!
However, as Wikipedia notes, ‘Olé Olé Olé’ has been ‘appropriated by the supporters of the Republic of Ireland national football team.’ This is inaccurate, as it has also been appropriated by supporters of Irish camogie teams, rugby teams, boxing teams, synchronised swimming teams and even Irish cricket teams. And while it’s sort of a shame that we couldn’t have come up with a chant that had some authentic Irish connection, you have to admit that ‘Olé Olé Olé’s’ Irish equivalent isn’t quite as catchy: ‘Ar aghaidh linn’, ‘Ar aghaidh linn’.
Moving Statues.
When Ballinspittle in County Cork launched the phenomenon of the ‘moving statue’ onto the world stage back in the innocent days of 1985, the BBC’s ‘Newsnight’ programme reported that over a quarter of a million people had visited the site within weeks of the apparent visitation by the Virgin Mary. Little did we know then, but Ballinspittle was just the first stop on a nationwide tour of Ireland that the Blessed Virgin had embarked upon, clashing with several boy bands who had the same idea. Watching that BBC report (it is available on YouTube) in post-fundamentalist-Catholic Ireland, one might be struck by a nagging suspicion, despite the relative respect paid by the BBC reporter, that at any moment he might burst into hysterical laughter. And who could blame him? We all look back now ourselves and snigger, but the sniggers weren’t that prevalent at all back in the 1980s, and there are many among us still who would be reluctant to admit that they gave the possibility of a miracle serious consideration. Yes, we as a people were that pathetic. Of course, during the Nineties and Noughties, we largely abandoned our spiritual beliefs in favour of worshipping easy money, and did so with equal fervour as those Ballinspittle devotees, once again proving what a gullible, easily-led bunch of gobshites we are!
For those too young to recall the strange event(s), here’s a quick guide. In July 1985, a group of thirteen worshippers were making their regular visit to the Ballinspittle shrine to the Virgin Mary, when one of them noticed that the statue was breathing, and several of the others saw that the statue’s hands were