dawndeleon wrote:
no, i was referring to hair color. It seems that there are a lot of blue eyed and dark haired dubliners, or from what i have seen. They seem as common as sandy blondes here. Is it common, or do i have some strange phenomenon of only meeting one brown eyed irishmen and quite a few blue eyed ones. The reason i asked is on a recent tv show I saw conan o'brian call alec baldwin a 'black irish bastard' and i wondered in my own mind...hmmm what does that mean? (baldwin also has dark hair and blue eyes and is of irish descent) I am not sure if you know those two men, but probably... i mean not personally, but more 'know of' category. OH GOD WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN!! !! Dammit, why did i get so obsessed with bono at such an early age? I wanna go to Ireland!
The reason Conan O'Brien said that was a long long time ago a fierce and bloody battle over disputed land raged between the High King of Tara Aengus Baldwin and the High King of Munster Donal O'Brien. Spears were pierced torsos and swords ripped through armour and flesh as the battle continued over many hours. Dismembered bodies strewn across the blood soaked fields. Shrieks of agony and death echoed throughout. Dense mist hung in the air. The trees in the distance paid no heed to the mayhem. By now three quarters of warriors on both sides had been slain. Young fighters with mud and scarlet faces and gashed limbs fought on bravely and mercilessly for king and province. Frightened horses rose to hind legs and then fled, some with their dead riders traililng alongside with their feet jamed in the stirips. The two leaders were the fiercest of the warriors. They each fought with mighty zeal for they both knew well what was at stake, namely the honour and pride of their peoples. A chance moment came for Baldwin as O'Brien was caught unaware, the mighty Aengus lunged forward and buried his heavy iron sword into his rivals side, twisting it, severing vital organs and stopping him in his tracks. He pulled the sword out, his opponent dropped slowly to one knee then the other clutching his side in vain as thick blood spewed from his side. Baldwin stood over him, guilty weapon in hand and looked into his piercing green eyes. O'Brien began to utter.. 'many many years from now on a evil magical communication medium in American, my descendent will get revenge for this by ridiculing your descendent by pointing out that through the generations your family have been unable to retain that trademark Baldwin ginger hair you are so proud of...Because of the Baldwin dark hair he'll probably call him something like a Black Irish Basta...' without finishing his sentence you could hear a rattle as the last of the breath left his lungs. O'Brien fell face down into the thick mud.