A happy day for the Ros and an Ethiopian encounter

Toronto at Dusk

So Toronto then ay? or Canada?

I likes it here. It’s my type of place. Why? Well ya see, if you think you might know me, you probably don’t or never will. But maybe this might help…

My impression so far is that Canadians (maybe more specifically Torontonians) do not judge you or one whatsoever. They’re an easygoing and polite sort of people. Example – I’ve just got off a bus and the whole bus journey home I sang – not in your face singing but you know, I kept the masses entertained like (or so I thought :)).  Now, just before that, after getting off the subway and while waiting on our bus, I had sat with Daryl and an Ethiopian guy on top of a thrash container. Of course me being me I ask the Ethiopian guy if he was familiar with Haile Gebrselassie? He was a legend of an athlete like. I asked him if he happened to be a runner too because lets face it the only Ethiopians I know (apart from those on a trocaire box) are the feckers that ya see every Olympics beating our one and only white pasty slim chance of a medal. Guess what? I dont think he had a fecking clue what in gods name I was on about – would ya blame him?

Would ya blame him? Well ya see I got up this morning and made my way  to the Galway Arms pub in order to watch the Ulster and Connacht finals. Now, picture this – I got up at 8am, had a shower, made a cup of coffee, looked in the fridge and decided to grab a cupcake and that was my breakfast. Arrived (after a bit of a journey) at the Galway Arms, paid 20 fecking dollars in and duly sat down to enjoy the days festivities. Festivities being a big screen in a pub surrounded by 80 year old ex pats and the bar not open till 11am! Well they did have free tea and coffee at least, so for the time being we availed of that and once that bar was open, 2 pints of guinness were called for.

Me and Daryl

Right, so thats were it all went downhill. By the way I should mention I was wearing a Roscommon jersey too and if ya dont know by now Roscommon decided to beat Sligo and win their first senior Connacht football final since 2001 – so, I had  literally everyone and anyone coming up and congratulating me – little did they fecking know I was actually a proud Dub. Hence the reason I generally said nothing and shook their hand, smiled and just pointed at Daryl (at this stage Daryl was standing beside me, lost for words with his mouth open trying to grasp the result of the match) . Now that worked well for a while but of course I had to open me mouth eventually like.  Jays and once I did the bloody confusion or maybe more correctly – disdain! But ya know I kinda like defending being a Dub and in some ways I love it when someone decides to go and have a crack at us – if it makes you happy go ahead boss, I’ll defend us to the hills! Please just try and lose that chip on your shoulder… you’re the one sounding like a prick!

Right so yeah anyway, Galway Arms. The 2 finals finished (Tyrone defeated Monaghan in the Ulster final) and we stayed there and being in a pub we kept drinking – alcoholic beverages of course! After a good few pints of vitamin g we moved on to the shorts (cos I dont know about you but I can only handle a certain amount of pints no matter what time of the day) – met a family from Leitrim, as in a daughter our age, her mother and grandfather and some other relations and we had a right good auld bit of banter with them.  Jays hey between waltzin (mammy you’d be proud of me), jiving, singing, talking, drinking and joking! twas mighty!

I guess that takes me back  to singing on the bus on the way home (13/14 fecking hours later like) and the Ethiopian. Ok so he mightn’t necessarily be a Canadian or drinking in an Irish pub full of Irish might also not be what one would describe as experiencing Canadian culture – but hey this place is so unbelievably multicultural and cosmpolitan its actually goddamn hard to meet someone who will actually tell you they’re Canadian! They might put ay on the end of every sentence and tell you thats awesome but you’re goddamn guaranteed they’ll tell you they’re Italian, Portugese, Greek, German, British, Brazilian, Spanish or Ethiopian 🙂 before they’ll tell you they’re Canadian!… maybe thats a good thing?

Does that at all explain why I think Torontonians are polite, easy goin and non judgemental? Hmm me being me I dont think it does! I had a point! Trust me I did!