beware of the vast depths in the labyrinth 
well, i did say good grief!!
omg…where to start…where to start…sorry…i can’t bring myself to help you.
just one word:
Lord of the Dance
(ok, so those were four, so? sue me.)
take it from there. 
…ah…by the way amar, given that you a currently using the pink kitty avatar isn’t it a bit ironic that you would start a OMG Celtic Tiger thread?
Jealousy?
Is his kitty bigger?
some of us were expecting
hehehehee…you are sooo mean..
I know! I just hate myself. 
time to dig out my:
“I was Celtic before Michael Flatly”
bumper sticker…
amar. you…(cough)…tricked us…(cough)(thump).
From [u]The Evil Gerald[/u]:
Michael Flatley wowed us in Riverdance and goshed us with Lord of the Dance. So it’s great to see that he is just as gripping and odd up there on the big screen they call the ‘wall of magic’. The flat-ley makes a dance-tastic Lord of Hosts in this, a film. Fans of God will no doubt thrill to his Dancing Jesus, hip-hopping in baggy trousers across the Holy Land trying to spread the funk before the Romans spread his arms. And watch out especially for the early donkey-out-of Egypt chase-scene set to “The Ballad of Joseph and Mary”. What a triumph for the already-successful Flatley. A tour de force.
I got this far,
and then I had to stop.
It’s just… it’s just too much.
OK, Dale . . . if this sticker doesn’t exist, it should!
I want a sweatshirt (zip-front with hood), a ladies t-shirt (for the gym), and an oversize coffee mug with that and the C&F logo emblazoned on them.
And maybe some underpants.
I hate to sound reactionary about this, but just yesterday at work . . . we have a little “mall” of people who sell stuff . . . one of the vendors had some little Chinese whistle-or-flute–like objects, with tassles, for $12. I wasn’t in the market for an unplayable instrument, but got stuck chatting with the folks before I could escape politely.
As I have this recurring dream that they have an Olwell there for $20, I mentioned that I had dreamed they had a flute and . . . here was one. She asked what I played and I told her Irish traditional, mostly. (Heh, my three tunes are all I play in any genre!)
“Oh,” she sighed breathily, clutching her hands beneath her heaving bosum and rolling her eyes heavenward in obvious ecstasy, “I love Irish traditional music!” Yes, yes, they both nodded and smiled. “Love it!” “Absolutely.” “My favorite!” “Can’t be beat!”
“Really,” the lady sighed, “I have always adored When Irish Eyes Are Smiling. Who would have known we liked the same things!”
First that and now Flatley. Again.
What do you say? Will the C&F logo shoppe be getting some new merchandise?
Nooooo! Don’t stop now!
You must see the one where he’s feeling up that woman’s leg . . .
Click here for a preview of Celtic Tiger. It gave me the shivers.
Ach, such a subtle one, no?
Striiiipes, like a Tiiiiger, get it? Grrrrr.
One must allow that the man (depending on ones views) either keeps defying or radically surpassing expectations…
It’s like Wayne Newton, James Cagney, and William Shatner had a bastard child together in Ireland. Wait a moment, that’s three guys…oh I give up. I leave it to some other intrepid & underemployed soul to figger out the genetics.
It’s like a car wreck, people just can’t keep themselves from looking at it. At least his shows aren’t being rebroadcast about 4 times a week for the last few months on PBS like “Celtic Woman” is. That almost cost PBS my (admittedly insignificant) support.
(edited to add a missing negative)
From a building site labourer to a squillionaire, with some some serious flute playing thrown in along the way.
He’s not as green as he’s cabbage looking, as we say in Dublin.
Slan,
D. 
It’s like Wayne Newton, James Cagney, and William Shatner had a bastard child together in Ireland.
That’s it, exactly.
Michael Flatley is, or at least was, I am very sorry to say, a member of Mensa.
Eric Partridge, in A Dictionary of Catch Phrases, says:
“not so green as I’m cabbage looking, often preceded by I’m. I’m not such a fool – such a simpleton – as I look (or as I seem): mid C19-20. In 1853 appeared a novel of English undergraduate life: Cuthbert Bede’s The Adventures of Mr Verdant Green. Some years ago, I noticed its use by Ernest Raymond in his novel, Mary Leith (1931). From the entirely natural and proper equation of immaturity, hence daftness, with the colour green; one of the world’s oldest metaphors.”
http://p098.ezboard.com/fwordoriginsorgfrm1.showMessage?topicID=12586.topic
You are keeping me awfully busy with the dictionary, dubh. 
I read all those books years ago.
Slan,
D.
You’re a rascal, dubh.
No,
It’s a Jackeen kind of thing.
Slan,
D.