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,