read to me, paulie-boy
I can't explain it, but my brain speaks with an Irish brogue when reading anything about Ireland. It doesn't happen with any other country or culture. Just Ireland. But it happens every time. I'm reading along and all of a sudden I realize that my "ofs" are "oovs" and my "r's" have all been chewed, swallowed and washed down with a pint of Guiness. Lately, specifically, I hear my friend Paulie narrating. He's off-the-boat-Irish and just a lovely man with an even lovelier speaking voice. So lovely, in fact, that I'm sorry he only reads to me about Ireland.