As a Cornish author, it is my duty to uphold certain customs. For example, I shake my head sadly at bakeries that sell bizarre meat contraptions that are simply not Cornish pasties (though look what I found in a Berlin side street). I also use the word ‘minute’ to mean any period of time between sixty seconds and the coming of the next Ice Age. Today, I must disseminate the wonderful news that it is St Piran’s Day.
Who? Oh, please. Everybody knows that…[checks Wikipedia]…yeah, that he’s the patron saint of Cornwall, though Saints Michael and Petroc also lay claim to this title, somewhat obviously. Anywho, you might have seen the flag of St Piran – white cross on a black background – round and about. Check out these photos of Cornish people celebrating in style.
Yes, they are wearing kilts. No, I don’t have one – by order of a local magistrate.
St Piran was Irish, by the way. Go figure.
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