Montreal's feisty Irish

   Here is my TV interview from yesterday in which I offer my telling of history of the Irish in Montreal in four minutes.
   It's my attempt at an infontaining recount of  important and silly moments from the Irish past in the Montreals  while I do my best to hide my salt-stained boots from the camera.
  I also had a toothbrush sticking out from my back pocket, having forgotten that I had put it there to transport from one bathroom to another.
    As you might have guessed, I don't have an Irish bone in me, not even a little three-incher.
   I'm a Welsh Presbyterian baptized by the great Malcolm Campbell himself, I like to think imbued me with a bit of good old Presbyterian predestination with his magic fingers. But I've got a large head worthy of the Emerald Isle.
  Mutusmi Takahashi told me twice that I look like the guy at 2;10.
   I don't like to write about media here because it's boring, but if you go through the gazoogle closely you'll realize what an amazing ratings rocket Mits has been to the local TV news, as her station's rating dominance coincides with her arrival. Legend..