A message from our very own Irish DVO employee – Barbara O’Williams ☘ (that would be me!)

Each and every year millions of Irish, Irish-ish and amateur alcoholics are needlessly distracted from their Holy Tradition of drinking themselves into a stupor in honour of Saint Patrick and the wee island he adopted as home. They spit-take their libations—a shameful waste; they wring their flat caps; they clutch their camáin that little bit tighter; and the cailíní rua glow their familiar shade of rage.

The source of this terrible distraction?

An onslaught of superficial, dyed-green references to Saint Patrick’s Day as Patty’s Day. Like nails on a chalkboard. It gnaws at them. It riles them up. It makes them want to fight… you know, more than usual.

IT’S PADDY, NOT PATTY.  EVER!

SAINT PATRICK’S DAY?  GRAND.

PADDY’S DAY?  SURE, DEAD-ON.

ST. PAT’S?  IF YE MUST.

ST. PATTY?  NO, No, No, YE OLD GOAT!

Paddy is derived from the Irish, Pádraig: the masculine source of those mysterious, emerald double-Ds.

Patty is the diminutive of Patricia, or a burger, and just NOT something you call a fella.

There isn’t a sinner in Ireland that would refer to a Patrick as “Patty”. It’s as simple as that.

Source: paddynotpatty.com