Trust me to find something to write about within a slab of butter.
After watching the Kerry Gold advertisement, I was again struck by strange curiosity. What and where on earth is Kerry?
I always find Irish place names enthralling: along with the bilingual thing, where all the towns and counties have both an English and an Irish name, they all have a very rural feel to them. They sound like they should be happy, quiet little places, with cows herded through the streets and pubs where the community meet for the chance to watch the only TV in the village. Kilkenny, Kerry, Kilarney. Jolly names. I mean, they all sound feminine and joyous. Shannon, Kerry, Ennis and (Susan) Boyle. Oh to borrow a car (car rental Dublin) and travel the roads, just to stand by the signs in picture glory…
They’ve even got a place called Limerick. Now that is awesome.
Speaking of the place and the thing:
There was an Irish city whose name,
was shared with poems of fame
Their wit, joy and glee
Bring pleasure to me,
And anybody whose likes are the same!
For that I apologise.



