Went to see another St Patrick's Day parade this afternoon. Yes, it's the 18th March today and there's such an untimely parade in this town... Well, the local British Legion holds the parade on the nearest Saturday to St Patrick's Day every year. So, it's not like "Oh, I forgot to inform the police about the parade and we'll have to do it on the next day!!!" They are not as dopey as me, of course.
Well, it was another good old Northern Irish march, as expected. Well-dressed men (and a few women) walking in the town centre with flags and a marching band. No frilly arty stuff, no politically-correct intention involved. Elderly Legion members reminded me of my late father-in-law, who was a member.
For the last few years I grew to like this kind of marches. Whenever I hear some drums, flutes or/and pipes, my blood dances inside. I have to go out to my back garden or go up to my bedroom to see if I can see any march going over the bridge near my house. And I never became bored of standing on a footpath watching the march for hours on the 12th July last year. It's like... some Japanese
people can't resist the sound of festival drums. And there's always a dignified atmosphere which makes me proud to live in this community. It seems that I've been getting less and less qualified to hold a Japanese passport... Well, why not me enjoy the marches? They are one of the heritages that my girls have inherited from their father's side, after all.
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