My father in law is Irish, born in Mullingar, Co West Meath and my wife travels on both an Australian and Irish passport. Most of his family, aside from one brother all still live there.
Occasionally, this Youtube video gets played and my wife (who lived there for 6 months, years ago) and they all fall about pissing themselves laughing. It's amusing, but I suppose you have to be Irish to truly appreciate it.
Or vice versa. Someone will be organising sets and someone else will already be doing the Gay Gordons to a tune of the wrong beat without noticing. A priest or two will be the centre of little clusters of people trying to debate theology and small children will be underfoot as they scamper after streamers, sweeties and table decorations. Weary looking venue staff will have crisp £50s in their pockets and somebody's uncle will be attempting Come Out You Black and Tans to the tune of My Love is Like a Red Red Rose. Toasts will be being offered, feuds created and resolved.
Love Eire Og. Firing the live album up later this arvo (beware). Saw Gary at our local Irish club late 2017 and it was a blast. He's a real voice for Irish republicanism. I offered him a pint and he told me he didnae drink. Ok
Around that time at a Scottish hotel wedding I attended, all the non-Scots had been packed off to bed while the revelry continued.
The braver Sassenachs who crept back for a peek observed a performance of 'I Am The Music Man' featuring a row of kilted men sitting sternly facing an audience.
At the words 'I can play the organ - organ - organ!' the men would stand up and lift their kilts high in front three times. The music was drowned out by whoops and screams of laughter. Made me think It must be fun to be Scottish.