Nationality! Where is this lass from?
	Once or twice the questions has been asked about the lass. Aoife is Irish / British or British / Irish pending on which parent you ask, the former of course being the correct one. Obviously there is no difference which ever way you call it and there are no tricks that either of us use to move her preference one way or the other, like with her food for example. There is absolutely no competition between us on what might seem to be a contensious issue. The topic previously has been raised when it comes to important issues like the rugby 6 nations championship, in which of course Ireland won the triple crown and France the Tournament. One to the boys homeland wayhey. The world cups starts now and I have found that I have had to wind my neck in somewhat. The Emerald Isle were beaten out of a place in the world cup by one of the greatest teams in the world, Switzerland, (oh the humilation!). England on the other hand, were not. Therefor mother has decided to get the lass an England football shirt. As none of England's neighbouring countries qualified for the games, football shirts in Scotland in particular are sold out (and I kid you not) but not for England, rather for the Trinidad and Tobago team. Did you read any of the stories about them on the Guardian web site? Very funny. As the lassie is half of one half Scottish, then maybe there is an argument for same! Apparently scantly clad dancers follow them around (the Trinidad and Tobago team and NOT Fiona and Aoife) and perform on the pitch at half time, bearing the relatively low tempratures (not anything else, get you out of back up out of the dirt). Also half their supporters that travel to matches are female, which just struck me as different from other teams. I think I may be Scottish for those games myself. So the missus wins this one, Aoife will be exposed to choruses of 'Vindaloo' and other institutional songs about life in England. Flags shall adhorn the facades and undoublty 'Bitter' shall be consumed during these games (if it can be got) and the great English iconic figure of 'Mr Blobby' shall be put on display (ok, even I admit that was a cheap shot). For myself, I shall have to resort to the slower plan of intorducing my lass to my own culture. There are the great song writer of Ireland, like Ronan from Boyzone (on about the same level as 'Mr Blobby'). Recently, whilst working in my office, which backs onto a pool hall with a karoke machine (of course). The AmazSHing lyric of Ronan's were being piped out at about 283745 mega-decibels. The crooning was about the same, except in Khmer, so I thought to myself 'well the man is very very talented so therefor learning a new tongue would not be as unbelievable as it may seem on first hearing this language'. When the chorus started, the Khmer switched to Engrish (close to English) until the word 'Smile' came along... 'The sHHHHHHHHmile on ya fade....', OH NO, it is him! I just giggle my work day away these days. Praise the lord and pass the ammunition. OK there has got to be something here with a semi-Irish influence. Mum is away working most days, so for myself I have the diddly, diddly music hammering away to drown out poor Ronan from the pool hall and of course influence the lass, sneaky huh! Right Aoife, time for dinner. Would you like the Brocolli, spud and carrot or the peas, shredded chicken and pumpkin today?
	Author: Aoife's Da and Mum | Last modified: 2006-05-25 Aoife's main page, or backup to the main page at Feicim.com