Immigrants.
Right now, in the UK, it appears to be a dirty word.
A taboo word.
Well guess what.
I am an immigrant.
I am a proud immigrant.
I have heard countless times over the past few weeks that I don't count as an immigrant because I am an Irish person living in the UK.
I assure all you doubters out there, I am an immigrant.
I am Irish.
I have no intention to renounce my nationality.
I am proud of who I am and where I came from.
I say 'banjaxed' when something is broken
I plug things out rather than unplug them
I have to remind myself that household objects are stored in a cupboard, not a press
My dream of heaven is a bag of cheese and onion Tayto and a bottle of club rock shandy.
My favourite meal is bacon and cabbage.
A bit of chowder and brown bread (soda bread to my UK friends) is my go to starter back home.
I teach people how to say 'An bhfuil cead agam dul amach go dti an leithreas?', for the craic of it.
I love watching a bit of hurling, and gaelic footbal…
Right now, in the UK, it appears to be a dirty word.
A taboo word.
Well guess what.
I am an immigrant.
I am a proud immigrant.
I have heard countless times over the past few weeks that I don't count as an immigrant because I am an Irish person living in the UK.
I assure all you doubters out there, I am an immigrant.
I am Irish.
I have no intention to renounce my nationality.
I am proud of who I am and where I came from.
I say 'banjaxed' when something is broken
I plug things out rather than unplug them
I have to remind myself that household objects are stored in a cupboard, not a press
My dream of heaven is a bag of cheese and onion Tayto and a bottle of club rock shandy.
My favourite meal is bacon and cabbage.
A bit of chowder and brown bread (soda bread to my UK friends) is my go to starter back home.
I teach people how to say 'An bhfuil cead agam dul amach go dti an leithreas?', for the craic of it.
I love watching a bit of hurling, and gaelic footbal…