Well, another St Patricks day and another day spent at work. Not fair. In until 10 tonight. "Why", i hear you say "that's plenty of time to get as drunk as a fart!" True, but there is the little problem of work at 9.30 Sunday morning. When is it going to be Simons turn to wear a stupid Guinness hat and shout drunken obscenities at other Irish revelers? Oh well, taking whatever I can from the lack of Paddy's delight, I won't be spending a crazy amount of money on whiskey and over priced, bad pints of stout. I will have a nice quiet one in, watching Match of the Day. Now stop that. It's not as pathetic as it sounds.

There is also the fact that I will be missing oodles of sport, such as Ireland ripping the soul out of the Italians and claiming the Six Nations trophy, and the mighty 'Burn destroying West Ham.

In my absence however, I leave you with Paddy's day greetings from that great Irish man himself, The Hoff. Revel well folks, revel well.