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| Issue 59 Foreword |
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Page 1 of 2 I went off overseas to Ireland the other day for a wedding. Might seem like a long way to go for a wedding but I jumped on a plane at Newquay and an hour later I was at Dublin Airport which is quicker than what it took me to get from Dublin Airport to Dublin itself. Anyway, met up with a few old mates in Dublin and we did the only logical thing one can do in Dublin; go to an Irish bar. Now I’m normally a Cornish real ale man (or Cornish lager if the weather’s hot) but the Guinness over there is a nice pint and is an agreeable accompliment to a meal (or even an replacement for a meal). So after a few pints in, a local man hears me speaking and says: “You’re not English, are e’?” “No,” says I. “Are ‘e Welsh,” he replies. “No, I’m Cornish,” I muse back. “Don’t matter,” he says. “You’re still one of us.” When we get talking it turns out he knows about the Cornish and the rebellions and the issue over The Duchy and the barman chips in that he’s looking for a Cornish flag to put up behind his bar. I’ve got a Cornish flag in my bag but I can’t let the barman have it. Along with a St Piran’s Cross tshirt, a copy of Scat T’Larrups, plastic piskey ornament that cost £2 from a gift shop in Porthleven and a copy of Cornish World, the flag makes up the wedding present for the happy couple. I just hope they like the piskey, the rest I can take back. |
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