Forget the Papal visit. All I care about is the World Potato Congress
To paraphrase England’s 1996 European Championships song: “It’s coming home, it’s coming home, it’s coming, Potato’s coming home.”
Strictly speaking, potatoes are not coming home. They were actually invented out foreign and only brought here by Walter Raleigh on the back of his bicycle. But still they seem intrinsically Irish. They are thin-skinned, sunburn easily and are often found completely mashed or without their jackets. And a lot of us look like a potato.
