Darren, of darrenbyrne.com fame, has tagged me with a potential rant, I mean tag meme. So here goes:
It’s called Getting Your Goat and the rules are easy enough to follow:
- List two things that irritate you for a reason (followed by the reason)
- List two things that irritate you for no apparent reason whatsoever (see easy enough to do)
- Give credit to the person who tagged you. (That’d be the afore mentioned evil blogging mastermind Darren)
- Link your answers to the original blog, that’s here (Say hello to Keiron over at: http://www.skillett.com)
- Tag four new people to participate (I’m going to skip this part, if you feel like ranting… rant away, that’s why you have a blog - right?)
It is to my own shame that I have let my Irish slip to nearly nothing. I don’t need other people to ashamed of me because of it. So, the first thing I’m going to rant on about are the few unhelpful/snobbish and often blatantly rude Irish language speakers out there. (Not every Irish speaker fits this description - in fact the majority are friendly, helpful and patient as I try to muddle through a chat and most people never refuse a conversation in English) That said - there are those who refuse to help or to speak English no matter how you are struggling.
While I’m on a roll here: take the recently closed Síopa Leabhar on Harcourt Street - they have always been as unhelpful as possible and have occasionally ignored me if I spoke in English at the till. How does that help encourage anyone to learn Irish or to buy books…?!?
That’s as far as I’ve gotten with my rant. I’ll come back to the rest of the tag later - but I thought I’d vent after a frustrating phone call with someone who refused to speak English!!