On this St. Patrick's Day, like every St. Patrick's Day, we're wearing orange. On our mum's side we're descendent from a long line of bible-thumping, Scotch-Irish* Presbyterian Ministers who got a land grant from Orange Billy after the Battle of the Boyne. These came to America in the 1750s, settled down in Orange (ahem) County, New York and founded the town of Thompson Ridge (our middle name is Thompson). We were Tories. Our grandfather, George Hunter Thompson, always told our mother to wear Orange on St. Patrick's Day.
Sooner or later we'll get to World War 1990: Thatcher's War. At the end of The Final Storm, the IRA is going to make Maggie really, really mad. Readers who hate the IRA will find this book emotionally satisfying with IRA prisoners getting 'enhanced interrogation' and IRA bars in Boston** blowing up. Ingham doesn't like the IRA and there's an SAS character who'd be perfect for gangster hooliganism, don't you think? Shin, meet rubber hose. And we haven't even brought up 3 Commando yet...
Okay, Okay...when the Stroock family visited Ireland in 2019 we had a fabulous time. Our childhood friend has lived there for neigh on 20 years now. We rented a home in Howth (on the coast and yes, the town and coast looked like what your thinking) and spent tonnes of quality time together. We went around Dublin and the Irish countryside and many a church, castle, cathedral and neolithic site we saw. In this part of the country Ireland really does look like what an American tourist thinks Ireland should look like. We told an English friend of ours about our tour of Kilmainhamm Goal, to which she replied, 'What lies are they telling?' Heh.
**This blog hates Boston and everything in it.
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