This is the day when the planet celebrates the cultural contribution of this little island.
Today the global village is Irish and, as we say here, happy out!
The Patrick’s Day Parade is the centre point of those festivities.
Everywhere that is except my native city.
I have just returned from Glasgow where my new play ‘Hame’ was part of the Saint Patrick’s festival.
My play explored an Irish family, who had been in Glasgow for three generations, coping with what life was throwing at them against the backdrop of the Independence Referendum last year.
The Scottish government are fond pf parroting that it is one Scotland many cultures.
‘Hame’ is an attempt to explore how Irishness could find a safe place in the new Scotland.
Certainly the country I was born into in the 1950s was quite clear that ‘No Irish need apply’ when it came to cultural respect.
However, there are tentative steps to having a memorial commemorating An Gorta Mór.
A footpath in Glasgow Green is what they’ve come up so far, with much to the chagrin of the historian they should have been listening to.
Here in Ireland we give out at this time of year because our politicians are around the world on a junket that we pay for.
Their excuse is that they’re ‘selling Ireland’ and all that gobshitery.
Basically they’re on the lash and someone else is paying.
In Scotland some politicians are very hostile to the idea of a Saint Patrick’s Day in Glasgow, but their concerns are not financial.
I have written here many times that modern Scotland has abnormalised itself apropos Irishness.
The rest of the world gets this stuff and they’re chilled out about having Irish connections.
There are people in civic leadership positions in Glasgow who need to get with the programme.
Someone has to hold up a mirror to my native city on this day and show them the unedifying vista.
Meanwhile the rest of the world is having a huge party.